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I sent over mind-link, earning a mental huff in response. As I watched Blakely dance, her eyes never once leaving the crowd, I absentmindedly unfolded my slip of paper, wondering if there were a clue I might’ve missed. Anything to help me identify her would-be attacker. The moment my eyes skimmed the page, a burst of black ink unfurled across its surface. It read: Here is a clue to aid you on your hunt: “Their mask is dark, the blackest of all night, Caging souls who thrash and fight.

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

The figure stepped into the doorway like he belonged there. Black armor. Masked. But the way he moved The way he stood Familiar. Too familiar. Kael’s grip tightened on his blade. "Take off the mask," he said. The figure tilted his head slightly, as if amused. Then, slowly, he reached up. And removed it. Rowan swore under his breath. "Of course," he muttered. Kael did not speak. Could not. Because standing in front of them Alive. Unharmed. Smiling like nothing had changed

So I let them be. Then comes the concealer. I dab it over the bruises Massimo left behind. Like erasing fingerprints from a crime scene. I don’t wear heavy makeup. But I enjoy the ritual of it. Tiny acts of controls. So I apply light foundation, a little blush to warm the pale face. And definitely mascara to widen my gaze, fake the softness. I stare at myself in the mirror. Ready. Or at least pretending to be. I slide my feet into a pair of black heels and smooth down the fabric of the dress and take one last look in the mirror. The mask I’m wearing is satin black one with lace trimming, resting beside the jewellery box. I tuck it under my arm and open the door heading downstairs.

Naomi stepped back and studied her work. “I’m done,” she said, holding out a blue mask. I frowned. “What’s this for?” “You’re the flavour of the evening,” she explained. “Masks make buyers curious. Mystery sells.” I hesitated before slipping it on. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognised myself. The woman staring back looked polished, beautiful even, but distant. The blue mask hid half my face, turning me into someone else. “Good luck,” Naomi said softly. “Tonight, your name is Blue.”

He glared at the masked man and growled, “What are you trying to do?” “It’s simple.” The masked man narrowed his eyes and said, “I have poisoned the beverage all of you drank with the Hundred Breath Reaper. As its name suggested, your life will be taken away within a hundred breaths. Not even God can save you from the Grim Reaper’s clutches then. And… those who are poisoned will die a horrible death!”

I felt nervous, for some reason. Though I have never been a fan of Maddison's 'thin/healthy' life, she was still my Luna. We all slowly removed the contacts, our eyes changing back to their regular color. I blinked a few times, the air felt dry and strange now."Now we will unmask." I mumbled again.I reached back and untied the mask. It slipped into my hands, revealing my face. The other copied my action. Madison and Jeremy's eyes scanned our faces, recognition flooding their features.

Minnie drew out her words with a playful lilt, her fingers adorned with sparkling nail art gracefully moving to form a fist. The director caught the hint right away. "Got it!" With a respectful bow, she quickly peeled the mask off Minnie's face. "I'll fetch Mrs. Lydia for you. Just a second." In the plush VIP lounge of Sunny Glow Beauty Salon, Minnie lounged on the couch, fresh from her facial, looking every bit the vibrant rose she was.

From its belly, a familiar figure emerged, Blanche, dressed in her signature white tactical gear, silver visor gleaming. “You called, lovebird?” she said in her clipped British accent. Julian grinned through the blood. “I need a miracle.” “You always do.” She handed him a case. “The EMP you requested. You’ve got sixty seconds. Then it wipes every neural drive within range.” He ran. Back in the Hall Alma stood over ARES, panting. He bled from the corner of his mouth, but his smile had returned. “You’re stronger than I expected.” “No,” she said. “I’m just finally awake.”