The music pulsed through the estate, but Devon could barely hear it over the pounding in his head. His vision blurred as the room spun around him, faces and voices blending into an indistinguishable haze.
“Devon?” Jackie’s voice was sharp, her hand gripping his arm as he swayed. “Are you okay?”
He tried to focus on her, but even her face seemed distorted. “I... I don’t feel right,” he mumbled, his voice slurred.
“Let me help you,” Jackie said, sliding her arm around his waist. To anyone watching, it looked like a loving gesture, but Jackie’s nails dug into his side, her grip far too tight.
From across the room, Luna Cassandra watched the scene unfold, her keen eyes narrowing as she noted the unnatural pallor on her son’s face. She swept across the floor with the grace of a seasoned lea
