Veronica’s mouth opened and closed, then opened again. “I don’t understand. I didn’t do anything wrong!”

Kieran nodded slowly, just as Damon shut the doors. The young models pressed themselves against the wall, pale and trembling. The cameramen huddled with them, frozen in place like cowards.

One man stood out—the same one who had struck Genesis. A business associate of Veronica’s, he looked confused and visibly annoyed.

Kieran stepped forward, the cold smile gone. He knelt in front of Veronica and placed a hand on her cheek. “Of course you didn’t,” he said softly. “Now go sit in that chair. I’d like to see something.”

Veronica’s heartbeat thundered in her...