The woman shushed him. "Lets not share names tonight. We'll leave everything as a mystery." She pulled him close for a slow dance, and Trent continued to scan the room over her shoulder as they turned. It seemed like only a second before the song ended and they pulled apart. Trent opened his mouth to ask for another dance, but was interrupted by a tall man with a black goatee, and the girl accepted his offer, leaving Trent to wander off to the food. Chocolate brownie in hand, he looked over to Jareel, staring at the young woman, who had already managed to pick up a new dance partner. He had to drag his eyes away from her to keep an eye out for anything amiss at the party, and he soon fell into a pattern of searching the room, letting his gaze rest on her, then moving back to the room. As his glance passed over her once more, he noticed something strange and watched her closer. She was disguising it well, but she seemed to be keeping tabs on Jareel. He almost groaned out loud as he realised she must be Emma's spy. He hoped this didn't mean she was going to make a move.

Trent turned his attention back to the doors, and was surprised when he was approached from behind.