“I’m an adult,” I told him. The words were just barely over a whisper and I could hardly convince myself, so I knew it did nothing for him. “I don’t need to be babysat when I’m not—”
He chuckled menacingly at the faint words. “You clearly do need to be babysat, prancing around town with Director Cross as though there aren’t eyes on you everywhere! Do you want people taking you seriously or do you just want to be another bimbo actress who screws her way to the top?!” He spat the word ‘screws’ at my face with a gut-wrenching twist to seal the insult. I didn’t answer as a vengeful heat started to prickle behind my ears, absorbing his malicious words. “You’re on a list, a death list, and you’re acting like it’s nothing! Like you couldn’t be snatched up—”
“Shut up.” It came out quietly, only
