Stepping back through the massive double doors at the top of the grand staircase, Cherion immediately did what any sane person would do in a stressful situation: he tried to blend into the shadows.
He moved down the wide steps carefully, sticking to the edges of the ballroom like the crowd was lava. His heart was still going absolutely insane against his ribs, and his brain felt like someone had dumped a bucket of static into it and called it a day.
He was trying really hard to stay calm and process the absolute nightmare information Karson had just dropped on him in that dark hallway.
Okay. Let's think logically, Cherion told himself, scanning the glittering ballroom without actually registering any of it.
