Odell’s POVThe masquerade ball was everything I expected and nothing I was ready for.Music pulsed through the air, low and hypnotic, blending with soft laughter and the clink of glasses. Masks of every kind moved through the crowd: gold, black, feathered, jeweled, hiding identities, revealing desires.Perfect.I adjusted mine slightly, my eyes scanning the room.Then my phone buzzed.A message.Ethan Parker.I’m here. Meet me at the table by the far corner.My chest tightened.Finally.I made my way through the crowd, my heartbeat steady but heavy, like it knew something I didn’t.Then I saw him, sitting there. Waiting. Even behind the mask, I knew it was him. The way he sat, the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table, the way his presence pulled me in like gravity.I stopped in front of him.For a second, neither of us spoke. We just looked at each other and somehow… That was enough.“I missed you,” he said quietly.My throat tightened. “I missed you too.”He stood up slo
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