Panic clawed at the air as Ethan crumpled to the floor, his eyes wide open but vacant. The music screeched to a halt, replaced by a collective gasp that rippled through the crowd. Celeste and Isabella, seeing what is happening to Ethan, let their emotions take over.
Celeste, fangs bared in a feral snarl, lunged towards Eva, who looked oblivious as to what was happening, flanked by her husband the king, a flicker of triumph quickly replaced by sheer terror. Isabella, her eyes blazing with fury, followed suit.
Before they could reach Eva, however, two strong arms intercepted them. Gabriel, his face grim, held Isabella back, while Darius, his movements extremely swift, blocked Celeste's path.
"We know it's her!" Isabella yelled, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. "She did this to him!"
Celeste echoed the sentiment, her voice a low growl. "Let us rip her throat out!"
