The next week and a half fly by in a blur, each day blending into the next, until it’s hard to believe that tonight is the night of the full moon and the masquerade party in Kendric’s territory. Diego has drilled me on my lines relentlessly, though most of it comes out as nervous gibberish, his anxiety palpable as he worries about what might happen once we arrive. The scent changer he mentioned still hasn’t arrived, and I can see the concern in his eyes, knowing he fears it won’t get here in time.
A knock on the door distracts him from the piece of paper in his hand and he moves across the living room to answer it. Once the door is wide open, he reaches out to grab something, then comes back inside with a huge grin on his face. “It arrived.”
“Is that it?” I knew his men wouldn’t fail him
