Darius POV
I was talking to Alpha Brennan when my instincts screamed. Something was wrong.
I turned, scanned the crowd. Found Beatrice by the refreshment table, her green dress bright against the darker crowd. A server was handing her a goblet with a green label. The special vintage.
But the server's movements were off, too careful. Their hands didn't shake like a nervous servant's should. And their scent, masked with something artificial.
"Excuse me." I cut off Brennan mid-sentence, already moving. Started pushing toward Beatrice through clusters of guests.
She lifted the goblet to her lips, the crystal catching candlelight.
"No!" I shouted and broke into a run, shoving people aside. People turned, some stared as the server looked at me, eyes widening. And ran.
I tackled him before
