Why the moon roars
“It's okay. I'm not mad, Baekalis.”
I held a breath, watching as Cyrus exhaled deeply before his hands left me completely, reaching up to his mask to take it off. This one had a zip behind, so he rolled the zip down and let it fall from his face and, oh my, I was going to die tonight.
Stephen was handsome, Clyde was pretty. But Cyrus? Cyrus was after my life.
I accessed his face like it was the first time I was seeing him, and technically, it actually was. And as my gaze trailed for his eyes downward, I took in the scar that went across his nose, trailing further down to just the space directly beside his mouth.
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