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she whispered. Turning on the faucet, she splashed cold water over her face, then dabbed it dry with a tissue. Digging into her purse, she pulled out her makeup kit. She reapply powder, blush, lipstick. “You cannot let him see your fear,” she told her reflection. “You’ll play this cool. The ball’s in your court now.” But her stomach twisted when she remembered the look on his face earlier, disgust, as if she were something filthy. Clenching her fists, she braced herself and left the restroom.

"Kaelen isn't stupid. He heard the rumors." ​He tossed me a sword—a sleek, black blade made of obsidian glass. ​"Suit up, Elara," Alaric commanded. "You wanted to know if you were ready? Tonight, we find out." ​"I can't fight them," I said, panic flaring. "If they see me... if Kaelen is with them..." ​"You won't fight as Elara Vance," Alaric said, pulling a mask from a shelf. It was made of bleached bone, shaped like the upper skull of a wolf. It covered the eyes and nose, leaving only the mouth exposed. It was terrifying.

My reflection stared back - purple eyes, pale skin, exhaustion of someone fighting too many fronts too long. "Austin told me." "We need more than serums." Emberlyn looked up. Eyes too wide, whites showing. "If he weaves a trap into your mask, the moment you put it on - click - Silvie will be suppressed. Caged. You'll be defenseless. You'll be the you of before, Mira. The you that couldn't fight back." I looked at my reflection. At the ancient thing looking back through my eyes. I picked up the blank white porcelain mask from the vanity. Smooth. Featureless. A canvas inviting projection, begging to be filled with someone else's interpretation.

Talon regretted nothing, but then he never had to explain himself. My father wandered towards the window and picked up the attackers head. Holding it by a clump of long brown hair, features covered by a black mask with eyeholes. He peeled it off to reveal a man in his thirties. “I don’t recognise him,” I said angrily. “Does he have a scent?” “Only that foul citrus masking,” he muttered back. I looked over in the far corner, a gold watch had come away from its owner's arm. I winced as I remembered how that had tasted in my mouth as Talon had shredded the arm from his torso.

Finally, Albot walks towards me with a simple wooden box in hand, a sly smile on his face. “Atticus told me this is for you.” He says softly, opening the box to reveal a delicately crafted mask. The mask is shaped like a crescent moon, the lower portion will be covering my eyes while the upper portion will be slightly above my hair line. What surprises me the most is that it is made with silver threads with a small delicate chain holding a pearl sized moonstone falling from the tip of the top peak. A mask only I can wear, a piece of silver that could be used as a weapon, and a moonstone that I have a feeling Cassandra enchanted with another charm to keep my identity a secret. With a smile, I

This mask must have some special features or functions. Nick chuckled and looked around. Then he picked up the mask and put it on. The crowd suddenly became restless, because Nick turned into a different person after he put the mask on. Nick took off the mask and said with a smile, "Everyone, this is a Yin and Yang Ghost Mask. I don't need to tell you what it can do, right? The reserve price is three thousand pieces of Fire Spinel, and the minimum bid increment is one hundred pieces of Fire Spinel."

Thud! Instead of the eldest miss, Mark fell to the ground with his mouth wide open in disbelief, as blood trickled from his chest. " Mark!" Lily shrieked, as she looked all around trying to detect the source of the gunshot, she paled in fright as four masked figures burst out of the bushes, her legs turned into jelly at the sight of thier grey robes but what frightened her the most was the young lady in the front with the golden mask, Daera, this was.. this was the undead!.

“That’s why I asked you earlier if you were ready to live as Lila for the rest of your life.” Gordon had indeed asked her before, but Amy had thought it was just a rhetorical question. Who would have guessed that the mask was a permanent commitment? “If you want to return to your previous appearance, it’s not impossible,” Gordon added when he noticed her dismay. “But after three months, if the mask has fused completely, it’ll cost you a fortune to undo it.” Amy frowned, about to ask about the cost, when she heard the creak of footsteps outside the door. Her whole body stiffened.

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

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