Sebastian and I walked through the large archway that was placed in front of the people. Hundreds of gorgeous men and women walked back and forth. The women walked with such elegance that I was left speechless. They each wore expensive and fancy dresses. Their make-up was done extravagantly and each of them had a different hair style. Sebastian and I walked over to the food table and picked small finger foods. To be honest, I was starving, but I didn't want to stand out in this field of graceful Gifteds. This is my first time around so many others, and to be quite frank, I didn't want to look like an idiot.

But within 10 minutes of getting there, Sebastian was called away by people he has already met. He asked if I wanted to come along but I said I wasn't so good with meeting new people. Sebastian understood and walked away. I poured wine into a gold goblet and sipped gently. I looked all the people around me in awe. They were all so inhumanly beautiful, it was hard to believe that they are all Gifted.

"Good evening, Madam." a man came up to me. He had short brown hair with twinkling hazel eyes. His pearly white teeth, that looked as though they came out of a Colgate commercial, glimmered as he smiled at me. The man removed his hat and bowed. I didn't know what else to do so I curtsied politely. The man began laughing, "I assume this is your first time at a party."

I smiled at him, "Is it that obvious?"

He laughed, "All of the Gifted know each other through these parties. So you not knowing anyone is a dead give-away."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "How do you know I don't know anybody?"

"I know you know that you know our young Sebastian Brantley over there, but the fact that you're standing here all on your own-"

"Is quite obvious." I said, completing the sentence for him.

"I didn't catch your name."

I smiled charmingly, "I didn't give it to you."

"Ah, clever. My name is Grant Maress."

I smiled, "I'll be nice, this one time. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Grant Maress, I'm Isabel Ashworth."

"Ms. Ashworth, may I have this dance?" he asked, motioning to the dancing couples in the middle. I nodded and took his open hand. He led me to the dance floor and twirled me into his arms. His hand went to my lower back while the other held my right hand up high. My left hand was resting on his muscular back. He led me while I followed. One foot after the next. One beat after another.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Ms. Ashworth?" he asked, politely as we twirled around.

I nodded, "This is great!"

He chuckled, "I am glad."

I smiled, "What's your Gift, Mr. Maress?"

"Please, just Grant."

I smiled, "Then Grant, what is your Gift?"

He snickered, "Isn't that like asking a woman her age?"

"I suppose so..." I said, trailing.

Grant smiled, "You are too innocent for your own good, Ms. Ashworth."

I shook my head, "It's just Isabel. And what's that supposed to mean?"

He smiled, "I was merely kidding. My Gift is being able to become invisible at whim."

My eyes widened, "An invisibilist, hm? This is my first time meeting one."

"What may your Gift be, Isabel?" Grant twirled us around and dipped me.

"I am a Source." I said.

"Ah, in other words, a Power Augmentator."

I shrugged, "If you want to get technical."

"So what exactly does a Source do?"

"I'm surprised you don't know."

He smiled, "I know what they do, but I want to hear what you are capable of doing."

"I can enhance or weaken the power of another Gifted."

"Nice explanation." he said then pulled me out to the side. "Well, Isabel. It was an honor talking and dancing with you. Please do not hesitate to reach me at any time." Grant said, handing me his card. "I hope to see you at another party." and with that he left. I sighed and walked back tot he food table.

He was very nice. And cute. No, he was extremely cute. Something wet splashed on to my shirt, snapping me out of my thoughts. My head snapped up and I glared daggers at the person who was responsible for this.

I saw a man, the most gorgeous man I have ever layed eyes upon. He had golden hair that reached his middle neck. It swooped to the side, barely covering the bright almost blue, almost white, eyes. His high cheekbones exaggerated his strong jaw. He stood a whole head taller then me and his broad shoulders enveloped my tiny frame. Although his beauty distracted me for a second, my anger came flooding back.

"How dare you?" I exclaimed, "This dress took me 4 whole paychecks! And you don't even apologize? Who the hell do you think you are?" The man stayed quiet and looked at me with an amused expression. This caused my anger to really boil, "You are rude! I swear to the Gods, I have never met someone as rude as you! You think you can just walk in here, thinking you own the place and then spill wine on my brand-new dress!"

A crowd began forming, each of them gasping with wide eyes and frightened expressions. Sebastian walked up to me. He slightly bowed and began tugging at my arm. I ripped my arm out of his grip.

"Isabel, let's go. This is not a good idea."

"No, Sebastian. This man is despicable, rude and completely in need of a lesson!"

"Isabel." Sebastian warned. I turned back to the man,

"Are you going to apologize or just stand there thinking that you're the best out of all of us?"

The man snickered. He actually snickered, "You are an imbecile! If I were to call upon each God in this place, I'm sure they would all agree with me that you're an absolute bastard! I mean you have no manners whatsoever!" I took a deep breath and looked at him. Now his eyes actually looked like they were laughing. His perfect lips were raised in one side. I narrowed my eyes, "All I want is an apology and I'll let all this go."

"You rude, moronic girl! Who do you think you are to speak to him like that?" A man said, taking a step forward.

The man raised a hand, "No, it's alright Sir Brentley. It seems as though this is this young lady's first time here." His voice was deep, rich, smooth and...powerful.

I bit my lip to stop myself from all the retorts that were forming on my lips.

"Yes, Sire Evander."