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Feral. He’d called a twenty-three-year-old in yoga pants feral.

Elena sat in her garden in the Hollywood Hills, the jacaranda trees shedding purple blossoms like gentle tears. Her phone buzzed. It was her agent, a harried woman named Priya who actually fought for her.

She stepped out of the apparatus. She walked over to Jax, who was smirking, and knelt so her eyes were level with his. She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to.

“I have a weird one,” Priya said. “It’s a horror film.”

Jax swallowed. They did one take. It was perfect. The film premiered at the Venice Film Festival. Elena wore a black velvet gown with a single shoulder of silver chainmail—armor, she told the press, for the final battle. She walked the red carpet not as a former star, but as a current one.

“No, listen. It’s called The Unmaking . Directed by Mira Chen. You know her?”