Author's POV (For Omniscient Reading)

The chandeliers in the grand ballroom glittered violently, their fractured light scattering across marble floors.

Hermes blinked, slow and disoriented, as if waking inside a nightmare.

Why was he here? The last thing he remembered was…

Was— His breath hitched. Nothing. It was suddenly just a blank wall.

His hands slipped away from Natalya’s arms as panic overtook him. He staggered back, clutching his head with both hands, eyes squeezing shut as if ...