Page 33 of The Burdens We Share (Satan’s Angels #3)
Selene has a secretive gleam in her eye, “Amongst other things that I will not be sharing with you just yet. Now, you,” she points at Brody, “Are needed in your trailer. Martin wants to meet with you to discuss a specific scene he may want to add to or change.” She turns her attention to Aria, “Sly is here to see you, I told him I’d have you meet him in your trailer.
He brought Nate and Miles with him, and speaking of, Nate is asking to see you,” she points to me.
I haven’t seen Nate in a while. We haven’t texted as much because I’ve been so busy, but I do miss him. Selene points a finger in my face, “But that has to wait because you need to film a scene that takes priority since you weren’t here yesterday.”
Aria groans, “Come on, Selene. She’s been non-stop on the go, she deserves a few minutes to unwind.”
Selene raises a threatening brow, “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize your lives were all so difficult that you can’t smile in front of a fucking camera for an hour or two.”
Aria frowns at her, “Rude.”
“Ivory will meet you and the guys in your trailer after her scene. In fact, we can all share a nice meal in there as well. I’ll even give Harvey a call and tell him to come too,” she offers to Brody who practically has hearts in her eyes at the mention of her fiancé.
Aria sighs, “Fine.” But at the prospect of seeing her fiancé, she perks up, “I’m gonna go see Sly now.”
Selene waves her away, “Yes, be gone.”
Aria rolls her eyes as she and Brody start walking off.
When they’re gone, Selene asks for an update on the Sam situation, and when I explain that Dallas has been amazing, she smiles but doesn’t say much in response.
It’s almost as if Selene already knew this or even suspected this.
I learned a long time ago not to ask questions because Selene is like a psychic or something.
I swear she knows things before other people do and sometimes, it oddly feels like we’re all chess pieces on her board and she just likes to sit back and watch things play out.
It’s actually quite terrifying if I’m being honest.
The next hour and a half is consumed with me filming a short scene.
By the end, I start to feel a little light-headed and I even feel a little brain fog which isn’t something I’m used to.
I try to keep myself professional and I seem to succeed in doing so, but all of my resolve crashes when I finish filming and I even start to feel worse.
Thankfully, I don’t think anyone notices and when I’m finally finished, I start to walk off the set and find Dallas, but I run into Lucy who is absolutely demolishing a thick slice of cake. “Hey, Luce,” I greet her.
She speaks with her mouth full, excitement in her eyes, “Hi, Ivory!”
“How do you like being little me?” I ask.
She grins so wide, “I love it!”
I give her a quick hug and ruffle her hair, “You think Harvey will even let you dye your hair pink?”
Lucy laughs, “I doubt it. You know how he is,” she rolls her eyes at her stern, overly protective, and very fatherly older brother.
I chuckle, “Oh, I’m aware.” I look around, “Are you here alone?”
She shakes her head, “My mom is around somewhere. She’s gonna take me home because it’s getting late.”
I nod, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
She smiles excitedly, “Yes!”
I give her one more hug before I start to walk away, “Perfect. Come find me tomorrow so we can hang while between scenes.”
Lucy practically jumps up and down, I swear the girl can spend so much time with us and it’s still like she’s never met us before and she’s still just a super fan and not Brody’s almost sister-in-law, “I can’t wait!”
As I turn from Lucy, my head starts to spin. I feel so light headed and I’m not sure if I’m dehydrated or something, but I just don’t feel right. Dallas is at my side a moment later, “You okay?”
I look up at him and nod, “I’m good.” I lie because in truth, I don’t want him or anyone to fuss over me and I’m not even sure what’s wrong with me. Maybe it’s just the stress.
He gives me a look that tells me he doesn’t believe me, but I brush it off as I start heading towards Aria’s trailer to see everyone.
With every step I take, my feet feel heavier and heavier, but I try to push through.
We make it to the trailer and Dallas opens the door for me.
When I step inside, my head feels so much worse.
I start to see floaters around the room and my breaths feel more labored.
I take sight of Miles, Nate, Sly, Harvey, and of course, my friends, but their faces all seem to spin into some kind of mirage.
Nate calls for me, excited to see me, but I can barely hear his voice.
I see concern etch into everyone’s faces and Dallas places a hand on my shoulder, calling my name, but it sounds as if he’s so far away.
Something is definitely wrong with me. My knees wobble and I know I’m about to fall.
I try to open my mouth to speak and the only word that comes out is, “Dallas,” before my legs completely give out beneath me and I fall to the ground, blackness taking over my vision.
The last thing I feel before a hand of darkness reaches above the surface to pull me under is a hand holding the back of my head and another on my face.