Eye Of The Beholder Mask นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Just briefly. And I need to find a mask to hide the bruise on my face." In the dressing room, she selected a more elaborate mask than before, one that would better conceal her bruise while still leaving her mouth and jawline exposed. The emerald and gold creation fastened securely, covering from her hairline to the middle of her cheekbones. It wouldn't hide everything, but combined with the dim lighting, it might be enough to avoid immediate questions.

Alex presses her lips together and nods. Masks are laid out beside the uniforms. Simple for most—full-face, angular, anonymous. Red on red. No expressions. No individuality. Hers waits at the center. Horned. Smooth lines. Not grotesque. Not theatrical. Just enough to suggest something ancient and unyielding. Eve runs a hand over it thoughtfully. “You sure about this?” Alex lifts it, feels the weight. “If they’re going to hunt a myth,” she says, “we might as well give them one that doesn’t break.”

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

But there he is, lounging on the couch like he’s been there all along, his eyes fixed on me with that look that makes my pulse quicken for all the wrong reasons. I swallow hard, my hand still gripping the window handle as if it could offer any kind of protection. The warmth from the shower vanishes in an instant, replaced by the cold dread curling around my spine. He steps into the pale moonlight, and for the first time, I notice the mask—different from the ones he’s worn before. It’s the kind people wear to masquerade parties only that it has two bull horns on each side, the mask covering everything from his forehead down to his nose, leaving only his lips exposed. Those lips, twisted into

Even though it is gentle, she flinches, just a little, every time Dom hits her. I try to study her while passing by. Her expression is calm, as if she is not here, but somewhere else. How? This is a mystery I would love to understand. My heart says it's wrong but how is it possible that millions of people willfully participate and enjoy this? I am unable to tear my gaze away from her. My attendant takes me towards a table and says, “Here you go!” My attention finally falls on M. I suck in a breath. He is wearing a half face leather mask. I can see his eyes, mouth and chin. His forehead, hair and ears are covered. It looks like a Batman mask. Of course, without the pointed ears.

And I saw the mask first. I saw the mask before I saw the man, and I understood what I was looking at before my mind was ready to agree to it. Silver. Full-face. The kind of object that does not belong in a living room on a Tuesday night in Brooklyn. Antique silver, tarnished at the edges, with a long protruding chin beneath a slit where a mouth would be. Eyes cut into almond shapes, dark behind them. A forehead smooth as a coin. The whole face of it carried that particular stillness that old things carry when they have been used properly, historically, across centuries for the exact purpose they were designed for.

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?”

"Umm—" "Of course you're in." I haven't yet decided it but he want me to take a yes. He was wearing a mask, made by Abaca fiber, too. He seems to have a cough or something. I can't see his whole face. But, his silver lightning eyes was sharp that doesn't miss a thing. I think he wants to befriend with me. He almost touched my skin so I managed to move a litle bit away from him. Who is this guy?