I wove through the crowd—head down this time, no more chin-up bravado—and slipped out the nearest side door.
Cold night air slapped my face again. Better. I kept moving, heels clicking against stone until the path gave way to grass, then to the tree line. The forest loomed ahead, dark and inviting, the moon hanging fat and silver overhead.
I didn’t stop until I was under the first canopy of branches, far enough that the ball’s music was only a distant hum.
I tipped my head back, staring up at the moon.
“Okay,” I whispered. “This is more complicated than I expected.”
“He’s dangerous. If he is from the Velliol family, then that means he can look into the future.”
“What?” I yelped internally. “He can see what?!”
“He can see the future. The Velliol family was the main reason why omegas
