Chapter 97 - The Soirée of Sinister Secrets

The suffocating weight of opulence surrounded us as we stepped deeper into Ravenscroft Manor. Crystal chandeliers bathed the vast rooms in deceptively warm light, while priceless artwork adorned every wall. Yet beneath this veneer of wealth and sophistication, something rotten lurked—I could sense it in the air, thick with expensive perfume and dark secrets.

"Stay close," Alaric murmured, his hand firmly at the small of my back as we moved through clusters of finely dressed guests.

I scanned the crowd, noting the mix of oblivious socialites laughing too loudly and others whose eyes held a knowing darkness. Some I recognized—Lord and Lady Hampshire, whose fortune came from colonial shipping; the elderly Countess of Westmoreland, notorious for her "eccentric" tastes; and Baron Blackwood, whose hunting expeditions were spoken of in hushed tones.

"Who's the woman in crimson?" I whispered to Alaric, nodding toward a striking blonde observing us from behind her fan.