Isadora
“Back! Everyone back!”
“Get her out of here—move!”
There were screams. Glasses Shattered. Chairs scraping. Chaos.
Ivan yanked me back. “Don’t look at it, Isadora—hey, look at me! look at me!”
My eyes were locked on the cake. Or what was left of it. Diego’s head. His eyes open, the candle still flickering in his mouth like some sick joke.
“Go! Now!” Rafael shouted, pushing through guests.
“What the hell is going on?!” Viktor growled, grabbing my arm as Ivan pulled the other.
“Clear the damn room!” Rafael barked. “Weapons out—secure the exits!”
Guests were fleeing in all directions. Some screamed. Others cried.
“Keep her between us,” Ivan said, his voice sharp. “No one gets close.”
My heels scraped against the tiles as they dragged me. I felt nothing yet heard everything.
“Isadora, come on, we have to go!” Viktor said, shaking me lightly. “Snap out of it!”
We turned a corner. Mariana appeared, pale. “What the hell was that?!”
“Stay with Rafael!” Ivan shouted.
“No! I’m not leavin
