Chapter 132

Kyra's POV The ballroom blurred around me. Something was wrong. I hadn't even finished my first glass of champagne. I'd been so careful about drinks all evening. But my head felt heavy. My thoughts were slow. I pressed my back against the wall near the exit. The Foster Empire celebration continued inside. Voices and music sounded far away. I'd left a few minutes ago when something strange started happening to my body. "Just need some air," I whispered, but my skin felt like it was burning. Sylvia whined inside me. She knew something was wrong. "Miss Monroe? Are you alright?" I looked up and saw a man in a dark suit. No, there were four of them. My vision doubled, then tripled. Panic filled my chest. "We're here to take you back to your room," one said smoothly. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. "No... I'm fine." My tongue felt thick. "I insist, Miss Monroe. You're clearly sick." His voice got hard as his hand grabbed my arm. I tried to pull away, but my body wouldn't listen. Wo