His face darkened. “You don’t have a choice. David, take her to the set.”
David dragged me to the following location, his grip rough and unrelenting. He shoved me onto the set with such force that I stumbled and almost immediately, the props team lit the torches around me.
In seconds, flames roared to life, surrounding me. I yelled out in fear.
In the afterglow, I caught a glimpse of Asher's worried eyes and he must have remembered that I was once locked into a hut and almost burned to death. That time, he was the one who crashed through the gate and rescued me.
“Help! Somebody help me!” I screamed, my voice cracking.
“Asher, this is just part of the scene. Miss Rose will be fine,” Nora said, her voice sugary sweet.
The flames crept closer, the heat searing against my skin. My body gave out and I collapsed to the ground, sobbing. “Please… someone, help me…”
Just as the fire threatened to touch my clothes, a figure rushed through the smoke. A heavy, dark blue coat was draped over me, shielding me from the flames as strong arms lifted me out of the chaos.
Shaking, I clung to the stranger, the fresh, clean scent of his cologne grounding me.