CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN – FORBIDDEN KISS

"I just...it's Sebastian again. No matter how much I try to look out for him, to be a steadying force when his obsessions start spiraling out of control...none of it seems to matter in the end." She raked her hands through her hair again, worrying her lower lip as her voice sank to a ragged murmur. "I thought we'd reached an understanding last night, that he finally saw how much he's running himself into the ground over this damn film. But then I wake up and it's the same vicious cycle all over again. Him losing himself inside whatever twisted labyrinth exists in that beautiful, brilliant mind." Despite the relative privacy of their standoff in this sheltered corner of the soundstage, Madison still fought to keep her tone measured - unwilling to let Sebastian's fraying condition become proper gossip fodder. Jean-Pierre didn't need to know every ugly little detail weighing so heavily on her heart. But damn if she didn't find herself powerless to stem the tide of pent-up emotion once