My eyes widened at Aimes. "What do you mean?"
He stared at whatever was happening on the stage behind me, his tormented expression draining all color from his face.
In other words, he was scaring the s**t out of me.
"Aimes, what are you talking about? Why wouldn't I be able to leave?" A bad feeling burrowed into the pit of my stomach as I flicked my gaze from him to the blocked doors. Why hadn't I listened to Mom? The party had taken a weird turn, and I was no longer sure that I could trust the man who'd invited me. "Answer me, damn it."
Suddenly the music stopped, and the crowd went quiet. I turned toward the stage that was in the center of the main floor, where Stride and that James Bond guy were speaking quietly.
Something was about to happen, and I considered bolting to try t
