The ride back from the studio was unbearable.
Logan Mason sat behind the tinted glass of his luxury SUV, his face half-lit by the city lights that bled through in streaks of gold. His jaw was tight, his eyes unreadable beneath furrowed brows. Across from him, Aurora Sage stared out the window in silence, her profile a mask of stoicism that only deepened the divide between them.
They hadn't spoken since the incident on set—the one where Logan's co-star, Sonya Bellamy, had pressed herself against him during a shoot, only to find herself ignored mid-scene because Logan's eyes had wandered toward Aurora instead. It was subtle. A flicker of tension. A glance too long. But Aurora had noticed, and so had Sonya.
The press noticed too.
By the time they made it to the car, headlines were already populating the tabloids.
"Logan Mason's Mystery Bodyguard: Who Is the Woman He Keeps Close?"
"Tension on Set: Logan Ignores Sonya for a New Flame?"
"From Actor to Assassin's Muse?"
