The shrieks were lost at first in the sound of breaking glass. But the glasses and shards came to rest on the floor, and the screaming continued.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the woman in silver slinking out the front door, quietly. Why would anyone leave right now, when people clearly needed help?
Everyone was frozen for a moment. I sighed as I ran toward the scene. It would be great if someone besides me could leap into action, for once.
It seemed like three women had been injured, one seriously.
“Call an ambulance,” I yelled over my shoulder to Elle, as I reached the noblewoman whose injuries were clearly the most severe.
She was lying in the puddle of champagne and broken glass, and her arm was spurting blood from just above the elbow. I swallowed my nausea and plac
