My eyes widened at Aimes. "What do you mean?"

He stared at whatever was happening on the stage behind me, his tormented expression draining all color from his face.

In other words, he was scaring the shit out of me.

"Aimes, what are you talking about? Why wouldn't I be able to leave?" A bad feeling burrowed into the pit of my stomach as I flicked my gaze from him to the blocked doors. Why hadn't I listened to Mom? The party had taken a weird turn, and I was no longer ...