Dark-tanned skin paired with silver hair, those were clearly features of a member of the Drizari clan. With such striking features, it would be impossible to blend into a crowd.
Zoltana Bari.
What was she doing here?
That was the question lingering in Abrielle's mind. Zoltana didn't look like she was trying to blend in at all. Abrielle spotted the hermit witch dressed as a noblewoman among the guests, her eyes scanning the room until they found Evelyn and Elias.
Her companions from Draconia were here as well, dressed for the occasion. Yet somehow, no one else seemed to recognise Zoltana. Not Evelyn, not Giselle, not Jubilee even though they had all worked with the maid before.
Evelyn was deep in conversation with Elias, while Axel stood near the other ladies, his sharp eyes sweeping the hall.
Abrielle lost all interest in the dance once Zoltana appeared.
