The ballroom had erupted.

Guests buzzed around like startled bees, their voices rising in confusion, panic, and speculation.

The soft music had stuttered into silence, and the once grand celebration had collapsed into chaos just how I liked it.

I took a slow sip of my wine, the red liquid staining my lips making it even darker. It was a good wine. Rich and Bold. Similar to myself.

Across the room, I had seen Dante storming out with Asher right behind him, both moving like hounds on a ...