Rex instinctively scanned his surroundings, his eyes darting from elegant face to elegant face, but there was nothing unusual—no suspicious activity, no odd expressions, no one aiming a camera or plotting anything obvious. Everyone looked… normal.
Too normal.
He frowned ever so slightly, swirling the wine in his glass like it might suddenly whisper a secret. I could've sworn I felt something… It wasn't just a glance—it was the kind of stare that made you instinctively clench, like someone was mentally undressing you with thermal vision.
But now? Just the orchestra playing. Laughter. A waiter offering truffle canapés. No obvious culprits.
Still, his rear cheeks felt spiritually threatened.