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“I’m Monica Miller. I’m sure you recognize me.”

“Not really,” Blade drawls as I shake my head.

“No. And I wasn’t asking who you were. I was asking about her.” I point to the woman who’s stopped to talk to someone before she nods and starts walking our way again.

“Oh, no.”

I turn at the sound of a gasp and frown when I see a vaguely familiar-looking woman standing in front of me with a bottle of Gatorade in her hand. “You.” She glares at me, her voice sharp and accusatory.

“You know this chick?” Hannibal asks.

“Tinkerbell,” I answer as it comes to me.

“Why are you guys here? Haven’t you caused enough trouble?”

“Trouble? Lady, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Caused trouble for who?”

“Me.”

I whirl around at the sound of the voice and find Amity standing there, wearing the exact same outfit as Monica and holding a dark wig. Holy fuck. If I thought Monica looked good, she had nothing on Amity.

“You’re the stuntwoman?” I ask in shock.

“And now it all makes sense,” Blade mutters.

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AMITY

If they think they can mess with me while I’m at work, they’ve got another thing coming.

“What are you guys doing here?” I cross my arms over my chest, aware that Stefan and Monica are listening.

“We were invited,” Blade replies.

Stefan looks from Blade to me. “You know these guys, Spook?”

“We met when I returned something that belonged to them. Do you need me for anything else?”

“No, you’re done for the day. I don’t need you back until Thursday when we film the shootout scene.”

“Okay, sounds good. I’ll be back then,” I tell him, completely ignoring G.

Nevaeh takes my wig from me and hands me the Gatorade, her eyes moving between me and G. “You okay?” she asks as I start walking toward my RV.

Before I can answer, G steps in front of me, blocking my way.

“Can we talk?”

I look around, feeling eyes on me. Not wanting to cause a scene, I nod.

“Nevaeh, you okay here while I talk to G for a minute?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Don’t worry about me.”

“We’ll keep an eye on Tinkerbell,” Crane says with a wink.

“As long as it’s just your eyes and not your hands,” I warn him.