Nasya's POV
"What exactly is coming?" I whispered, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my own heart as I pressed myself against Zayn's broad back.
The darkness around us felt alive, pulsing with unseen threats. Then, without warning, the massive floor-to-ceiling windows along the eastern wall exploded inward in a cataclysmic shower of glittering shards. The sound was deafening - a thousand champagne flutes shattering simultaneously - followed by screams that curdled my blood. Through the haze of falling glass, shadowy figures moved with impossible speed, their forms blurring as they vaulted over overturned tables and terrified guests.