The party was in full swing, but all I could focus on was the man standing across the room. Richard.
His face was hidden in shadows, but something about his stance, his posture sent a chill down my spine.
Marion noticed my discomfort. "Selena, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice low as he looked at Richard with a venomous gaze.
I shook my head, unable to explain the sudden dread that had overcome me. "I... I think I know that man."
Marion's eyes searched mine.
"What do you mean, you think you know him?" Marion asked, his expression a mix of concern and confusion.
"I think he... he was there," I said, my voice barely audible. "The night I was taken..."
A look of understanding crossed Marion's face, and without a word, he grabbed my hand and led me away from the crowd.
"Come with me," he said, urgency lacing his voice. "I won't let anything happen to you."
