Elodie’s POV
I stare wordlessly at the screen, at the image that has been twisted into something it never actually was, and something hot and furious starts to build steadily in my chest, threatening to properly overwhelm the shock.
'I need to speak to Fallon's production team,' I say slowly, forcing myself to think clearly despite the fury clawing up my throat. 'Or maybe I should contact . . . no, I need to find Beckett. I need to tell him before he sees this somewhere else first.'
'Do you want me to stay on the line while you sort things out?' Sofia asks gently.
'No,' I say, already rising, my sketches and pencils scattered across the desk forgotten entirely now. 'No, I need to go. I need to find them. Right now.'
'El . . .'
'I'll call you back,' I say, already grabbing my cabin ke
