The moment the alarms screamed through the tower, Xavier slipped into the chaos like he had rehearsed it. Guests were running. Guards rushing. Vampires flashing their crimson eyes, trying to figure out which direction trouble was coming from. Nobody noticed Xavier sliding between bodies, stepping behind collapsing decorations and thick marble pillars until he was simply gone from the hall.
Angel didn't disappear with him. She went the opposite way — straight up the steps toward the stage where Reva still stood with the ring in her hand.
Luther was already beside her, calm in the middle of all that disorder. He didn't look scared or confused. He just watched the crowd scatter with an expression that made it seem like he expected every second of this.
Angel reached them and grabbed Reva's wrist. "Come on. We're leaving. Now."
