Linda Cardellini Conjuring Novels & Stories

"Break a leg… even though I've already won tonight." She said nothing. Classic Jax. She wasn't letting a throwaway line undo a week of preparation. Glinda's voice lifted over the room. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, our next offering tonight is something a little different…" The lighting shifted. Two male staffers in black wheeled a giant glittering clamshell to the center of the stage, six feet wide, chrome and pearl white, pulling every spotlight in the room. The audience leaned forward. The shell opened. Lena was inside on a bed of silk, posed like a sleeping Venus, one leg crossed over the other, resting against the chrome interior, chin tilted, eyes cast down. A staffer pulled the silk