#Chapter 111: The Spy

Alexander Around ten o’clock, I turned back toward our table after finishing my conversation with one of the many Alphas in attendance about trade routes, expecting to find Ella sitting there picking at her dinner or chatting with someone. Instead, her chair was empty. I scanned the ballroom, looking for her midnight blue dress among the crowd of guests. Maybe she’d gone to talk to someone, or was getting another ginger ale from the bar. But after a few minutes of searching, I still didn’t see her anywhere. “Gabriel,” I called to my Beta, who was standing a few feet away talking to some pack members. “Have you seen Ella?” His jaw ticked at the mention of Ella’s name, but he maintained his cool expression and shook his head. “Not recently. Why?” “She must have slipped out.” I checked my watch. It had been more like twenty minutes since I had last seen her. “I’m going to find her.” Before Gabriel could respond, a voice called out to me—one that I