Epilogue
“What if we get caught?” Suppressing a giggle, Sela peered from behind the curtain at the man conducting the order of…play? Well, the word suited, considering what happened on stage.
“You three are up next.” The man’s gruff voice did nothing to steady her nerves. When she didn’t move, he gestured to the steps, ushering them to the back of the stage.
As he moved away, Sela whispered, “We’ll never get away with this.” The leather flap shielding her mouth—they’d feared her lips looked too feminine—muffled her words.
“We will if you stop worrying and shut up.” Despite the admonishment, Axel’s voice rippled with laughter.
A maskjln club allowed men only. If those running the show discovered a female in their midst, the best to hope for was eviction. At worst, they might require
