The Chanting Crowd

VICTOR'S POV.

The grandfather clock in the corner of the grand ballroom struck midnight. The chime echoed through the vast space, cutting over the elegant string quartet. Beside me, Camilla’s clammy hand trembled inside my grip. We had just returned from the cold terrace, stepping back into the chaotic, dangerous atmosphere of our own wedding reception. The hour carried a dark weight. Midnight me