The realisation made Xander's heart race. They had lost the game. He scanned the magnificent ballroom for any indication of treachery. Though there was no concrete proof, his gut told him something was off. Still.
With his thoughts racing, Xander muttered to himself, "Natalie."
He turned to look at Natalie, who was standing across the room staring at Alexander. Xander couldn't get rid of the impression that she knew more than she admitted, even though her face was inscrutable.
He whispered, "Isabella, we have to move," and drew her nearer.
Her eyes flashed with anxiety as she said, "What's going on?"
Looking around the room for Marcus, he answered, "I believe we've been set up." "We must leave this place before things go wrong."
However, a huge crash reverberated throughout the ballroom before they could take any action. The audience let out a terrified gasp when the elaborate chandeliers above them trembled.
The room was suddenly filled with ominous shadows as the lights lowered. Ale
