"You're not thinking of escaping, are you?" the spy-girl asked him, tugging on his hand to take him back to the dance floor. "You're the most interesting thing at this party."

"Except for him?" Trent inclined his head towards Jareel.

The mysterious woman looked down. "This party is for him, isn't it? It would be rude of me not to be interested."

"You came to a party and you didn't know who it was for?"

She gave a short laugh. "It's a ball. How could I resist?" she pulled him close again. "Tell me about him."