Tomas was late to the masque, which was fine with Mary. She dreaded seeing him now more than ever. Especially since he'd revealed his cruel nature to her. But, eyes scanning the room, she did see Bash. He still wasn't himself, but he at least looked better than the last time she'd seen him.
Clutching her bow, Mary moved forward, smile firmly on her face. "Bash," she greeted warmly, smiling at him. "I took your advice." She'd come as a huntress."