She had come here for one expressed purpose.
Ember. Get the girl and bring her back to the Firestone manor. That was the full scope of what this evening was supposed to accomplish.
But Linda had been standing in this hall for thirty minutes now and there was no sign of her. Not at any of the tables, not moving through the crowd, not anywhere her eyes had swept across in the time she had been here.
Only Arian, sitting over there with her white hair and her untouchable expression, making quiet conversation with some Wind Devil Sect boy who was clearly out of his depth.
"Is he really planning to not bring her out?"
The frustration was quiet, kept behind her expression, but it was there.
