"What the hell is this?!"
Mrs. Evelyn screamed, her voice piercing the hall, which had been reduced to rubble. Tables were overturned, crystal chandeliers lay shattered on the ground, and the guests had disappeared. The air was thick with the smells of iron, dust, and fear.
Fiona let out a stifled scream. "Mom... Mom..." Her body shook violently and her face was as pale as paper. She had her eyes tightly shut and her fingers clutched Evelyn's dress as if her life depended on it. Warm liquid seeped between her legs. Fiona had wet herself. The sharp-tongued girl could no longer stand proudly.
Trystin staggered backward. "No! This can't be. Where did that creature come from?"
He gasped for breath, pressing his hand against his chest as if his heart were about to jump out. His face was pa
