Just a few seconds later, after the security system worked its magic, Warg appeared in the doorframe.
He was tall and imposing, wearing a silk tunic with eastern motifs while his numerous dark braids were tied together at the back of his head. He scanned the room with a sternness that seemed to soften as his gaze landed on Salome.
“Good afternoon,” he greeted, nodding at Elene before turning his attention back to Salome as he strode into the room with a parcel tucked under his arm. “I have something for you.”
Salome raised an eyebrow, setting aside her instruments with practised care. “And what might that be?” she inquired, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.
Without further ado, Warg presented the package to her. “For the masquerade ball.”
The corners of his lips turned slightl
