Chapter 18. An Attempt

“What the hell?” Loki burst in followed by two men in black suits.

“You!” Loki pointed at me. “You’re not leaving this party alive.”

 He growled and my hands left Marcel and fell flat at my sides.

“No!” Marcel yelled. “No one touches her!”

“Are you fucking me!” Loki yelled.

“What is going on here?” An old man with a diamond-encrusted walking stick burst through the lace curtains. He scanned the room and settled on Marcel.

“What on earth?” His face dropped.

Marcel grabbed the coffee table and hauled himself up. I got up too and slipped under his arm as he swayed. He held on to me and shot everyone around with deadly stares.

“Marcel? What have you eaten? You don’t look good?” the old man asked.

Marcel shook his head.

“He drank the scotch,” I said when he didn’t respond.

The elder man picked up the scotch bottle and slowly raised it to his nose.

“Damn.” He dropped the bottle