Kael Dreaven
As night fell, I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the mask I'd picked up earlier. It fit snugly over my face, hiding just enough without feeling suffocating. My hair was a mess from the day, so I ran my fingers through it, fixing it up as best as I could. Good enough.
This job was almost too easy. No complications, no last-minute twists. Just get in, get it done, and get out. A few hours, at most.
I stepped out of the room, blending into the party like I belonged there. That's why I wore this damn coat, wasn't it? The gold accents, the sharp cut, screamed wealth, power. Just another masked guest in a sea of high society.
A server passed by, balancing a tray of wine glasses. I plucked one off without breaking stride, the cool glass resting lightly in my fingers. Now, time to find her.
