Kyra's POV
The ballroom blurred around me. Something was wrong. I hadn't even finished my first glass of champagne. I'd been so careful with drinks all evening. But my head felt heavy. My thoughts were slow.
I pressed my back against the wall near the exit. The Foster Empire celebration continued inside. Voices and music sounded far away. I had left a few minutes ago when something strange started happening to my body.
"Just need some air," I whispered, but my skin felt like it was burning. Sylvia whined inside me. She knew something was wrong.
"Miss Monroe? Are you alright?"
I looked up and saw a man in a dark suit. No, there were four of them. My vision doubled, then tripled. Panic filled my chest.
"We're here to take you back to your room," one said smoothly.
I shoo
