Late was something Sylas never was. Being punctual was just another part of being disciplined, so he took it quite seriously.
Ansla, however, didn't seem to give a damn.
No, she did. Actually, she seemed to make it her mission to appear late, as though she wanted all eyes on her. Truly, she was worth it. Sylas had yet to see another Noble Demon woman with her aura or her looks. The combination of the two made it obvious why so many wanted her.
But this time, Ansla didn't walk into the ball alone, and that made it so the gazes were all the more focused.
Sylas carried the same sort of cold indifference on him, Ansla hanging from his arm only the barest amount. The two hardly looked as though they were together, and might not have even seemed to be if not for the fact Ansla had looped her hand around his bicep.
