CHAPTER 7 ENEMY'S INTEL

Minerva's Pov "We had another record of disappearance at the party." I slumped onto the couch in the living room, tossing my phone on the glass centre table and looking up, my eyes seeming to be looking for something special about the golden chandelier suspended from the ceiling. I tried to imagine who the killer was and how they managed to slip in and out of sight. Shortly after the disappearance at the party, everyone's fear for their lives halted the party from proceeding. Groups of friends they knew and trusted huddled in the room, one after another, departing for their respective homes. I stayed around in case whatever caused the disappearance would reappear, but everything was quiet and sad. With one last wary look at Dominic and his sister, I slid into my exotic car and drove off. In the house, I was surprised that my parents were still awake. My mom stood up and excused herself, and I took her place on the couch, starting a conversation with my dad at that moment. W