Chapter 9: On the Run
Author: Mashiro
last update2026-08-24 02:46:55

The ballroom exploded into a symphony of shattering crystal and frantic shrieks. The massive chandelier groaned, its iron chain snapping with a sound like a gunshot, plummeting toward the center of the dance floor.

"Move, Arto! Now!" Lara’s voice wasn't just in his head; it was a psychic shove that sent him diving behind a silk-draped buffet table just as the chandelier struck the marble.

"I’m moving! I’m moving!" Arto scrambled on his hands and knees, sliding through spilled wine and crushed h
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  • Chapter 9: On the Run

    The ballroom exploded into a symphony of shattering crystal and frantic shrieks. The massive chandelier groaned, its iron chain snapping with a sound like a gunshot, plummeting toward the center of the dance floor."Move, Arto! Now!" Lara’s voice wasn't just in his head; it was a psychic shove that sent him diving behind a silk-draped buffet table just as the chandelier struck the marble."I’m moving! I’m moving!" Arto scrambled on his hands and knees, sliding through spilled wine and crushed hors d'oeuvres."The north exit! The servants are panicked—use the confusion!""I’m not a professional thief, Lara! This doublet is making it impossible to breathe!""Take it off, you vain ape! We’re running for our lives, not auditioning for a play!"Arto ripped the buttons off his jacket, the fabric tearing with a satisfying pop. He tossed the expensive silk aside, revealing his sweat-soaked linen shirt. "There! Happy? Now where?""Left! Past the pastry cart! Do not stop for the éclairs!""I am

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