[TRIGGER WARNING: Attempts at assault. If you wish to skip, there will be asterisks *** before the scene starts and after it ends.]
A Stranger. A large empty hallway leading to a packed room of uptight party people. The glow of the chandeliers. Maybe a lone leaf floating by here and there.
You guessed it.
The perfect elements for a mystery murder story.
A tight smile is on my face as I look at Vance. I am ninety-nine percent sure that the real Adian did something with this man.
"Let's leave." He says, but it's more of an announcement. I frown at him in confusion and try to take my hand back. It budges only a little.
"Yeah, buddy. I mean—no, no, Could you let go first?" I ask nicely because you have to ask nicely. That's what I learned and it works. At least it's supposed to.
"What's wrong with you?"
"No, what's wrong with you?" I shoot back at him with gusto.
"What's your problem? Speak up."
