“YOU’RE NOT MOROI!” HE CONTINUED. He wasn’t shouting, but we’d definitely gotten the attention of the people standing near us. “You’re Rose Hathaway, aren’t you? How dare you and your impure blood invade the sanctity of our—”

“That’s enough,” a lofty voice suddenly said. “I’ll take it from here.”

Even with her face covered, there was no mistaking that voice. Tatiana swept in beside the guy, wearing a silver flowered mask and a long-sleeved gray dress. I’d probably seen her earlier in the crowd and not even realized it. Until she spoke, she blended in with everyone else.

The whole room was quiet now. Daniella Ivashkov scurried up behind Tatiana,...