The lights return to the dancers and the ballerinas are covered in head-to-toe bodysuits glossy with a blood-red finish. I gasp, clutching Amun. He puts a protective arm around me, assuming that I’m moved by the gory showmanship. Panicking, I grab his face and make him look down at me.

“Selena,” I mouth. “She’s here.”

The room erupts in applause and the dancers take a bow as their stage sinks back into the floor. Picking back up with a mellow tune, the ...