[Earlier]
The party was buzzing with laughter, chatter, and clinking glasses, but Amy Bluerose felt a growing sense of unease.
She had been trying to distract herself all night, but her mind kept drifting back to Noah and the mark she had noticed on the back of his neck during the combat exams.
It was unusual—something she couldn't quite place.
The mark seemed ominous, foreign, and it unsettled her in a way she hadn't expected.
Sitting at a table draped in red velvet, she drummed her fingers, her eyes scanning the crowd but not really seeing anyone.
Her thoughts consumed her.
She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
And if there was one thing Amy Bluerose hated, it was uncertainty.
"Maybe confronting him is my best option right now."
She muttered to herself.
"This party is boring anyway."
