Trent had warned Emma not to turn up at the ball, but he wasn't able to talk to her directly. He was unsure whether the message was conveyed with the urgency he had intended, so he watched the crowd intently from his place at Jareel's side. He wasn't happy with Emma's lack of trust towards him, especially since Jareel trusted him without question, and he wasn't even on his side. Jareel sat on his chair like a king on his throne, inclining his head politely at all who came to show their respect and support. While Trent's mind was occupied with the buffet table, Jareel grabbed his shoulder forcefully, causing him to jump in alarm. If it was Emma, he was going to prove his worth this night. Jareel brought him closer, turning him away from the crowd to hiss in his ear.

"That girl, I want to know who she is. I want her."