Damon's pov
"I'll be back," I said to Trixie as my phone began to ring again but it was just a message from one of the palace guards and wasn't too important.
Something about the drink and about everything happening feels different tonight. I'm not sure what it is. The lights were too bright, the room was too noisy and the drink felt heavier than usual in my stomach. But the uneasiness that was slowly burning up my spine was too much for me to bear.
I head back to the bar hoping to numb the emotion. But my mind was racing like a puzzle I couldn't seem to put together.
But I stopped in my tracks
I heard her voice at that moment. Trixie. Standing in the far corner of the room with her phone pressed to her ear.
But there's something strange about her tone.