Caspian felt it before he even turned around.
Death.
And it came from three sources.
Fianna. Vynesaa. Darian.
Each of them radiated killing intent so thick he could practically see it seeping through the air.
Caspian exhaled slowly. "I'm so screwed."
He didn't need anyone to tell him why.
Rejecting one noble lady in public? That was bad.
Rejecting two noble ladies—both the pride of their families—only to turn around and dance with a professor instead?
That was a death sentence.
Nobles cared about reputation more than anything. A formal dance invitation was as good as a public declaration. To refuse someone in front of an entire ballroom full of influential figures?
That was an insult that could ruin someone's image for years.
And Caspian had done it to both Fianna and Vynesaa.
Damn it.
He needed to get out of here.
Step One — Escape Before They Kill Me
Caspian slowly shifted his foot, preparing to move—
"Going somewhere?"
Shit.
