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Elle
I didn’t want to go. I should’ve said no the second Damon handed me the black card with the address scrawled in his handwriting.
“You’ll be safe,” he’d said. “And anonymous. If you want it.”
I’d laughed tightly. I was nervous. I could tell he already knew that by the way. “I’m already anonymous.”
He looked at me for too long and had said, “Not from me.”
So now I stood outside a house tucked deep in a gated neighborhood, my face burning under a thin velvet mask with my heart racing.
Everyone else who walked in looked like they belonged. They were all draped in silk, lace, with their bare skin and half-covered faces. I wore black slacks, a button-up shirt, and the same low cap I wore at the bar with a mask over my eyes. My chest was still bound under layers.
The man at the do
