“Felix,” I say, the sound of his name sweet as honey on my lips.
“Took you long enough,” he says, pulling me closer. His crooked smile is wickedly dark, and I can just make out the scent of the forest on him – midnight pine, icy moss, night-blooming flowers.
Mystical and arcane – a deep dark mystery that has me firmly in its grasp.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, trying to detach myself from him, but finding that somehow, I’m unable to.
I have no control of my limbs, and my hand refuses to unclasp his; my feet glide gracefully over the grass in a perfect waltz.
“You really thought I’d miss tonight?” He asks.
“I told you not to come,” I say. “This is seriously risky. If anyone recognized you…”
“Relax,” he says. “That’s what the masks are for.”
Masks. Masks? PLURAL?!
“Don’t te
