Chapter 21
“Excuse me,” Clarke mumbled as he squeezed his way through the people gathered around the long tables. He took his seat on the table near the back of the room. Dinner was about to start and everyone was starting to get settled in their seats. The tables were filled with mouth-watering food and everyone was buzzing on about it. The place was busy with chatter and in the middle of ruckus, a small, resonating sound silenced the room.
A tall man stood up from a table in front with a glass and bread knife in hand. The whole room went silent at the sight of him looming over everyone with his haunting emerald eyes. He was wearing a black suit that made his pale skin look even more ghostly than it already was. When all the noise faded, his thin lips opened and he spoke in a deep, rasp
