47. Masquerade and Mystery

(Salvatore's POV)

The empty street echoes with the sound of our footsteps as we approach the entrance to the gathering. The dimly lit ballroom looms before me, instantly memories of a long-forgotten past that refuses to be buried flash through my mind. Quinn’s hand grips mine. Her palm is sweaty, and it’s clear that she is anxious. I squeeze her hand to reassure her, but her piercing blue eyes are too busy scanning the area for any threats to notice the slight gesture.

As we approach the grand entrance, I put my hand on the small of her back. “Stay close,” I whisper. A deep purple velvet curtain opens into the main hall. The air is buzzing with power. The promise of uncovering many dark secrets is overwhelming.

I scan the room, taking in the sea of masked faces as they dance. The sound of their laughter and conversations are like whispers barely audible above the loud, yet haunting music. Their identities might be hidden, but I can sense the power emanating from each and every one of