Chapter 22

“Cut! No one move!” Stevens shouted.

I held my breath.

Everyone remained silent and frozen as a guy from special effects walked on to the set with more fake blood. He fiddled around over Brandon for a long few minutes, and when he stepped away, my heart started to pound. There was a spot of blood in the middle of Brandon’s forehead, and more was seeping from underneath his head, the puddle growing bigger. His ice-blue eyes were wide and staring, and the man didn’t even blink.

Stevens motioned to the man operating the camera on the crane. It swooped down, and then ever so slowly pulled back, the shot going wider and wider. Stevens was actually watching it on the monitor—I had noticed that he didn’t use them like the other directors—and his gaze was intent. Then suddenly, he breathed out a sigh.

“Logan. Go.”