“No guesses needed. Because you’re the one leaking the script.”

The crowd murmurs.

I see Imogen hang her head.

Vance’s eyebrows jerk up in surprise. “I—what? You’re kidding, right?”

“Don’t play dumb, Vance. It’s not becoming.”

“Yeah, because I’m not. Bloody hell, I don’t even know what you’re going on ab—”

“Then show us your phone.”

“What?”

“Show us your—”

Vance Reigns, General Sond, the villain, holds up his phone. There is a text from his mom—now two, now three—but no missed calls.

But if not him, then…

My eyes find Imogen’s, and she has her arms crossed and is pointing (not so subtly) to the right. Toward Calvin and Amon.

And Amon’s phone is lit up like a beacon.

Yeah, I’ll just keep spam-calling him through an untraceable Google number, Bran had told us. You know, to get the screen to light up.

Ohmygod.

This entire plan just went supernova.

“What’s the meaning of this, Jessica?” Vance asks. “Why do you think I’d leak the script? I don’t even have it! How do we know you’re not the leak? That it’s not your script?”

My trusted director looks at me, and we lock eyes, because I had been wrong this whole time. I’m not the only person with the script. One other person would have it. In fact, he’d have it before everyone else.

Amon.

Was he just—was he going to let me take the fall? Let those fanboys and trolls have at me, make their lewd comments, scrape my career across their teeth? When the time came for someone to get in trouble for leaking the script, was he simply going to pawn it off on me because I was on the outs and leaving anyway? He gave me a script even though Princess Amara was dead.

He was so adamant not to have Amara come back that he wanted to frame me for a publicity stunt to ensure that I wouldn’t.

He’s the one who killed me off in the first place.

“It is,” I say, never taking my eyes off Amon. “It is my script, but I wasn’t leaking it.”

Amon clears his throat. “We can talk about this later, Jessica—”

“No, we need to talk about it now. It was you.”

Amon scoffs. “You just accused Vance, and now you’re accusing me? Jessica, think a little. Why would I steal your script?” There’s a patronizing note to his voice that curdles my blood. I won’t let him talk to me like this. He never thought I was pretty enough on camera, he never praised my work while giving Dare and Calvin compliment after compliment. He made me run in heels when I obviously didn’t want to, and Princess Amara never would have.

I ball my hands into fists.