MalakaiThe Grand Regent Theater was a sprawling monument to old money and high-society sins. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen rain from the vaulted, gold-leaf ceilings, casting a heavy, opulent glow over the sea of the city's elite. Velvet drapes muffled the low murmur of million-dollar bids, and tonight, every face was hidden behind an exquisite, aristocratic mask.A masquerade auction. The perfect playground for monsters.I sat in the shadows of VIP Box 4, looking down at the crowd. My tuxedo was tailored to perfection, the obsidian mask covering the upper half of my face doing nothing to hide the absolute boredom on my features. I rolled a cigarette between my fingers, feeling the familiar, bitter pull of the habit, before catching myself and tossing it onto the crystal tray beside me.Damn it, Aria. The ghost of my promise to her still clawed at my chest."Sir," Marcus muttered, stepping softly into the dark booth behind me. "The biometric sweep of the theater is complete. W
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