The mask felt heavier than usual.
Kael emerged from the restroom, his steps measured. The noise of the party pulsed back into his ears–champagne clinking, the faint strains of classical music, and laughter grated his nerves.
He adjusted the cuff of his tailored jacket, catching a glimpse of himself in a mirror-lined pillar.
Alpha Marcus spotted him almost immediately, and pushed through a couple of guests.
“There you are!” Marcus grinned, holding out a glass. “I was starting to think you'd gone out the back to dodge socialization. Because I know you hate one.” he added as he took a sip of his drink.
Kael took the other glass, the amber liquid barely catching his interest. “Just needed to check on something.”
Bloody lie.
Marcus chuckled. “Something, huh? Must be important.”
Kael's
