The crowd shifted, a few rising to their feet and cheering right in front of the man who looked like Ansel. Under normal circumstances, I might have laughed at their enthusiasm, but in this moment, all I could feel was irritation. Their excitement was blocking my view.
It wasn't until Lucasta managed to calm them down and they returned to their seats that I realized the man was gone. His chair now stood empty.
A shiver crept down my spine. Had it really been him? Or was my mind playing cruel tricks? I refused to accept it as a mere coincidence. If it had been Ansel, then security handpicked by Theron had clearly failed. If not, then whoever it was bore an uncanny resemblance to him.
That in itself was suspicious. So much so that I wouldn’t even rule out the possibility that Ansel had pl
