Out of prison

The hall glittered with golden light. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling like raindrops of fire, scattering warmth over the crowd of dignitaries, family, and friends. Musicians played soft strings in the background while servers carried trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres. Everyone assumed it was just another of Ares Langford’s grand celebrations—a charity gala, a business success, or perhaps a birthday. No one suspected what was about to unfold.

Ares stood at ...