, filled with dark, churning water. It looked deep. It
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps. The world started
m hands around her throat. The memory of the lake, the dar
e a thin, reedy thing. "Ron, I'm sorry, I.
ds. I have aquaphobia. I
red at the director's side, a concerned look plastered on her beautiful, treache
ey's raw nerves. "A professional stuntwoman who's afraid
ou, she said you were a professional. The entire crew is waitin
, their expressions ranging from annoyed to openly h
red, blacklisted. Judith's threat echoed in
quit. She c
to calm her racing heart, she met the director's g
flashed in Irva's
va's. She climbed the metal stairs to the high p
"shot" in the back, react with sho
ter seemed to stare back at her, a hungry,
the assistant
ction!" s
down, trying to remember how to breathe. She would
the stunt coordina
muscles coiled, ready
r heard
, a figure dressed as a crew member stepped up
tal, slammed into th
ance, her arms flailing wildly. She didn't fall backward as planned
er throat as the wor
la
tem. Cold, dark water enveloped her, rus
ector's chair, staring at the monitor. "That look of pu
entry had triggered her phobia in the worst possible way. Her limbs went rigid. Her traini
vements were spastic, useless. Her body, he
for the next shot, waiting for the directo
r assistant, knew the truth. Only they kne
pots danced before her eyes. She saw Leo
rything w
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