ASTRID'S POV
The guests at the party were isolated on one side, and at the front, there were three men. From their stance, from their aura, I could tell that they were rogues.
One of the men held a woman, his hands above her chest, and a knife in one hand. She grabbed the hands that held her out, keeping them away from her neck so she could breathe.
The only leverage they had against everyone in this place was that once they let go of her, they knew they were going to die. There were enough powerful people.
"What do you want? Why are you here?" Zane spoke as he took a step closer, and they moved the knife closer.
Zane raised his hands as a sigh of peace. I saw the fear flash in their eyes, but it was really quick. One wouldn't catch it quickly, if they got it at the right mome
