The grand ball

[Nox]

Cruz brushed Nox's arm off his shoulders and he gave Nox a look that said your drunk. But he wasn't. He'd had a bit too much but he wasn't drunk by any means. And dancing had helped push the alcohol through his system. Same with the power which he held close at hand. There was too much of it around. Female and male alike and Nox didn't like the cold he'd felt before. He didn't like knowing where the danger was.

He was here to protect Cruz and it was time he started acting like it. But he was still himself.

Nox watched as the rods carried Ivan away. He was such a puppy, he had nothing to do with it. The woman on the other hand, she'd been toying with the guy at the bar. They had been playing a nasty game, one Nox was thankful to have survived, but that was a long time ago, or so it felt. Months, a year at most. It hadn't been that long since he came here to become offcial with the Atharim. To get the tattoo that now itched on his arm. Too many people might know what it meant. Nox wondered how many of Ascendancy's guards knew what the tattoo he wore meant, because Ascendancy had been one of them once. Once...

Ascendancy called the audience to him. Nox tried not to roll his eyes as he stepped closer to Cruz. "Does this mean we get to eat soon?"

A small smile slide across Cruz's lips even as he shushed Nox, but he nodded. Nox's stomach rumbled in response. He wondered when the last time he ate was. What had they been doing before party preparations. Fortifying the house. Keeping Ana, Christian and Sage safe while the power was away. They really shouldn't have left with Dorian missing. This was a really bad idea!