Chapitre 37: That petty Thief

Arianna forgot that the world existed anymore as she was high at the moment. And it was in the middle of jumping up and down, whipping her head back and front that her gaze fell on him.

He drew her to him like a moth to a flame and she couldn't take her gaze away even if she wanted. What was he even doing here?

She saw him whisper some words to the men with him and they dispersed like wildfires. While Rose and the others were still dancing, Arianna discovered something else, the tension in the air was thick. Something didn't seem right.

Like a psychopath immersed with his target, Arianna studied Marcel and followed his gaze even when it rested on Kenith leaning over the balustrade from upstairs. She saw everything; the way Kenith's face distorted as soon as he saw Marcel and Marcel looking away as if he didn't want to be seen.