Anaisa felt Trace's arms tense before she turned to the newcomer. She nearly jumped when she saw his costume.
Yellow, and green, and looking exactly like Sapphira had described.
"May I have this dance?" He asked in a deep affectation that was surely not his natural voice.
For once, there were not half a dozen to choose from; this man was particularly bold to ask before the prior dance partner had even released her.
"I'd be delighted," She pulled away from Trace and addressed him briefly, altering her tone slightly for the benefit of the stranger. If he wanted to change his voice, she would do the same. "Thank you for the dance, Sir."
"It was my pleasure," Trace answered tersely with a barely-concealed glare at the new man.
That was interesting. Anaisa had gathered that part of Trace's blackmail must have been to implant dreams about this man into the princess's mind, but why he couldn't just tell her that was a mystery.
