The moment we stepped out into the open air, the noise of the party rushed back in… music, laughter, voices blending into one overwhelming blur, but none of it touched me the way it should have.
Everything felt distant, muffled, like I was hearing the world from underwater.
Wilthon didn’t slow down.
He moved with purpose, his hold on me firm and unwavering as he carried me down the steps.
And as if summoned by instinct alone, a sleek black car pulled up in front of us at the exact moment we reached the entrance.
The door opened immediately. No hesitation. No delay. Everything already in place. I barely registered the movement around us, but I did catch a glimpse of her.
Casiana.
She had stepped forward, her expression shifting from composed curiosity to sharp confusion the moment
