Athaliah's confident words echoed across the massive gym, and within seconds every single conversation slammed to a stop.
Forks froze halfway to mouths, glasses hung suspended in the air, and even the music seemed to drop in volume as hundreds of eyes snapped toward Voren and Seraphine. The silence that followed was so heavy it almost felt suffocating.
Athaliah, though, looked completely unbothered. She stood there with her chin high and that same confident smile on her face, like she'd just made a casual comment about the weather.
Before anyone could react, a familiar voice exploded inside her head through the mind link. 'What are you doing? I have eyes on Sera.'
Prince Jasper's tone was sharp with frustration. He'd been trying to find the perfect moment to talk to Seraphine all evening, but the gym had only gotten more crowded as the night went on.
The thick smells of grilled food, expensive liquor, and perfume hung in the air while guests kept drifting from group to group.
