Natalie~
The moment the mist cleared and I saw their eyes—their blank, serene eyes—I knew it had worked. Everyone in the ballroom who had witnessed the chaos, the blood, the broken glass... even those outside the ballroom who had sensed something, anything at all—it was gone. Erased. Like ink wiped clean from a page.
But there was no time to celebrate.
I reached out instinctively, fingers locking with Zane's. "Hold on," I whispered, pouring my magic into a single, fluid command.
And then we were gone.
We reappeared in Zane's bedroom, wrapped in the warm hush of midnight velvet and shadows. A gentle breeze fluttered the curtains. Moonlight spilled across the floor like spilled milk, soft and silver. I barely breathed.
