Spill it!

"Stop this," Alex's voice boomed inside the hall. "Eve… I know you can hear me. Stop this! Now!"

"Stop what?" A woman's cold voice echoed in response. Then a woman that they didn't recognize appeared next to Lord Welton's chair. She had long, burgundy hair that looked as brilliant as her scarlet lips. She looked at the lascivious act in front of her before she lifted her gaze toward Damon's group.

"Eve, you don't understand. Lord Welton is— "

"Oh, I perfectly understand." The woman leaned against the majestic chair. "I understand everything."

"Stop this," Damon West said. His voice was calm, yet he wasn't able to hide his troubled gaze.

"Alright," Ava who was still wearing Rossana's face, nodded. She clapped her hands and everyone fell to the ground. All of them looked peacefully like they were sleeping.

"Let's leave," Damon said. "Before they wake up and kill us." This time, he turned his head away and walked out of the hall.