Chapter 42

Liz POV

Nico pauses just outside the ballroom and tightens his grip around my arm. “You will play the part of the good Luna.”

“I will,” I nod. But I am not playing the part for Nico. I am doing it for Deimos.

Nico pushes the doors open to the ballroom, and the music instantly pauses. The couples that were dancing in the middle of the room stop and move to the side. A path has been cleared for Nico and me to walk through.

The ballroom is decorated with the same deep red roses that were at my wedding, with black flowers mixed in. What should be a joyous occasion to celebrate Deimos looks nothing but. The light in the ballroom is dim, creating an ominous look over the room.

As Nico enters the room, people huddle together in small groups. Only a few are brave enough to gaze in our direction. The others keep their heads to the ground, and their necks bared. Some of the party-goers raise their heads and glance in my direction. Many of them wear looks of pity on their faces