Chapter 22

Fallon’s POV

I could sense she wanted to say more but felt restricted in a room filled with elites who could probably hear every single word we muttered, and someone like Darius could hear every sentence in your head before you spilled them.

“I wish I had seen you before I left,” she added.

I felt the weight of her unsaid words. My dress was okay but it would attract attention I should have been shying away from.

I wanted to tell her these people don’t care. If they want you as their meal, it doesn’t matter if you are dressed in rags.

I held back my tongue as we remained like statues, watching our gods in their merry.

To distract myself from Ashley, I kept my eyes busy on the elites. From their beautifully sculpted faces to their grand and beautiful outfits. The more I looked, the faster I realized that not all of them were in such merry moods. Some of them had stone-cold faces and rarely threw glances at those on the dance floor.

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