Rejected: Dangerous solace in the masked stranger
"Look at me," Draven commands, his hand coming up to grip my chin. His leather glove is cold against my skin, forcing me to look up into the shadow of his hood. "I don't lie to you. He wraps his traps in silk and silver, but it’s still a trap."
"Then show me," I challenge, tears of frustration pricking my eyes. I reach up, my fingers gripping the edge of his hood. "If you want me to believe you over a man who has given me everything, show me your face, Draven. No more masks. No more shadows. Let me see who is talking to me."
He goes completely still. For a long, agonizing beat, the only sound is the distant chime of the Cathedral clock striking one.
Slowly, his hand comes up over mine. He do
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