“What’s going on?” Trent pointed to the set. “I never saw them so out of sorts.”
“Herself’s on set,” Dechlan replied.
“Her who?” I asked.
“Clive’s wife, the she-beast. She who must not be named,” Hugo added, as if that cleared it up.
“He can’t remember her name,” Indira replied, rubbing his head.
Hugo ducked away, snapping at her hand. It was more than obvious they were a couple.
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