Chapter 69 Dance Of The Forsaken

• As Sebastian and I entered the ballroom, there was a deep silence. The corners were covered in shadows, and the masked faces were shone in an unsettling glow by a flickering torchlight. There was something sharp and prey-like lurking in the shadows of each guest's eyes, though they were all draped in rich silks and shining metals. We were in the Phantom Queen's den this evening.
• Sebastian spoke barely audibly as he leaned in close. Maintain your safety. The Phantom Queen does not host for entertainment purposes. Here, every step is calculated.
• I swallowed the unease that was heavy in my chest and gave a small nod. Got it. Follow the plan.