The Masque

It all began with a death--as so many beautiful disasters do. A murder. A vengeful vendetta. A game formed, a plan to catch a killer. So I became a contestant. I smiled when I needed to, disappeared when I wanted to, and whispered secrets no one dared to hear. It was all going to plan. Until her. Two eyes, one so dark, the other so light--unholy, unforgettable. A gaze that gripped tighter than chains. A mouth made for sin and silence. She didn't speak. I knew I should've destroyed her the m...