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Keysi joined me in laughing, to say, “I really hope she's not that crazy. I nodded in response. I expected the same. … The mask event was for the benefit of the children of a foundation that was in charge of helping children who suffered from severe burns. They paid the expenses of the surgeries, the stay in the hospital, the treatments, and even the therapies. I loved the idea of ​​cooperating with those children by buying masks at the entrance. However, I would not wear that shit that did not let me see well, it also hit the arch of my nose; Besides, it didn't match my dress.

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

she grabbed that glass bowl in which she had prepared that homemade mask on her own. “It’s NSHMFM,” she told him. His brows knitted. “And what kind of virus is this?” he asked her, making Nina frown. “Shut up. It's not a virus. It is Nina special home made facial mask for healthy, glowing and soft skin,” she told him, smiling at that bowl in her hand. “It is my beauty secret,” she uttered, deepening his frown. Lifting his hand, he wiped some mask away from her cheek.

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.

It had been enchanted to look like an ordinary case of books and shawls, but when I touched the inner lining with two fingers and whispered the activation rune, the real compartment shimmered into view. Inside: a charcoal-black coat lined with inner compartments. A few small, curved knives sheathed in silk. Fingerless gloves with hidden needles stitched at the seams. A compact mirror charmed to reveal spiritual residue. Smoke bombs disguised as cosmetics. And— My mask. I lifted it slowly. It wasn’t the plain silk veil I wore when walking the corridors. This one was molded leather, dyed a soft metallic gray, edged with opalescent runes only visible in moonlight. It covered my entire face exce

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

However, when he thought of the fact that Ryder had made this, especially for him, his heart softened and the dissatisfaction vanished immediately. While Ryder put on the coat and boots, Midnight fixed the mask on his face. Since it wasn't the first mask Ryder had made, it was the best one so far she had managed to create. Even though having a few flaws was inevitable, it still was pretty decent. The mask was a half one that covered only the upper half of Midnight's eyes. It resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of Midnight's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sig

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

/ [Awww… I forgot about that…] Later that night, instead of returning to the bunk, everyone took their ventilation masks, then headed towards the military gates. “Masks on!” The order rang throughout the holding area. Angie wore the mask that covered half of her face and was a snug fit. It felt like she was wearing diving goggles, except that this was made for the bottom half of the face. Even the appearance reminded her of it. A transparent plastic was used so that one’s mouth could still be seen. Once the gatekeepers made sure that everyone had their masks on, they opened the gates. Ash and dust instantly blew into the holding area. The air stank like rubbish that was abandoned for months.

Mia rolled her eyes. “But I’m 100 percent sure, that it’s him!” Bella added and we went to the counter. There salesmangave us some masks to choose from. Mia and Bella chose masks that would match with dresses. “Oh, this is your mask!” she said and gave me a blue mask with diamonds and laces, covering it. “Wow! It’s very beautiful, Ky!” Bella exclaimed. “Yes! Lucky bitch!” Mia laughed. “I can’t take it!” I stated. “What?!” Mia, Bella and that worker screamed in unison.