Chapter 263 Center of the Dance Floor

• Halfway through the banquet, everyone still looked pumped. People kept spinning onto the floor, clinking glasses here, taking a sip there, busy as bees.
• But a few hid in quiet corners, shutting themselves off from the world.
• Reilly Schulze sat in a shadowed nook, like a tiny prop tucked out of the light, perfectly still. Only her eyes moved now and then—clear as glass beads, so fine that one glance could steal your soul.