Chapter 54

• The crowd shifted, a few rising to their feet and cheering right in front of the man who looked like Ansel. Under normal circumstances, I might have laughed at their enthusiasm, but in this moment, all I could feel was irritation. Their excitement was blocking my view.
• It wasn't until Lucasta managed to calm them down and they returned to their seats that I realized the man was gone. His chair now stood empty.
• A shiver crept down my spine. Had it really been him? Or was my mind playing cruel tricks? I refused to accept it as a mere coincidence. If it had been Ansel, then security handpicked by Theron had clearly failed. If not, then whoever it was bore an uncanny resemblance to him.