JACE
I scanned the crowd again for what seemed like the tenth time in five minutes.
Yes. Crowd.
Although this year's Ice Stone Ball's guest list was very exclusive and strictly by invitation, there were still quite a several people in attendance. A number I was far from comfortable with.
Not that you would even guess by looking at me.
I caught a reflection of myself in one of the glass French windows. In a suit, with slicked back hair and shiny new limited edition shoes, I was the picture of sophisticated calm.
In my head, I played a little game where I peered closely at the luxurious masks of our guests and wondered just what their motives and intents were.
Was this one an enemy? Was that one a friend?
It didn't matter though. Tonight I was in charge of security. Tonight, I wouldn
