Chapter 69- Surviving

Isabella’s POV

I was locked in a deadly waltz with Sebastian Klein. I had no idea how I had ended up in this situation, but I needed to get out. The hall was lit by candlelight, gilded in shadows, and burnt reds. The chandeliers above our heads flickered erratically, in tune with the wild weaving of the instruments.

I tried to pull away, but my body wouldn’t move. Sebastian’s hand gripped mine tightly, and his other coiled around my waist like a voice.

“He’s going to hate you when he wakes up, you know,” he whispered teasingly.

“I told you not to touch me,” I said—or thought I said. My lips moved, but no sound came out. 

The more I resisted, the more forcefully the music dragged me forward.

Laughter echoed around us. I hadn’t noticed before, but as soon as the taunting cackles reached my ears, I saw them. The Banquet Hall was full. Dozens of faceless onlookers lined the edges of the dance floor, pointing toward me.