![]() ![]() He watched a person pause before an open hand, dropping a kiss at the center of a palm before walking away. Before him, masked patrons flitted past the curtain of hands. Séverin felt the loss of her presence like a physical ache. The woman had disappeared on the other side, guided through some Tezcat portal hidden in the mirrored wall. He felt a low buzz ringing in his ears as the man led him to the samite curtains. ![]() ![]() She moved the way he imagined a star-touched goddess would step through the night sky, aware that the brush of her ankle or tilt of her hip might knock a man’s destiny askew. She was too far away for him to see her features, but there was something in the way she moved. Séverin was on the verge of dismissing the man entirely when a slender figure caught his attention. “You merely have to pluck a face from the air itself…or perhaps you might wish to open your hands to fate, and see what love and fortune befalls you…” “Here you can be anyone you wish,” said the man, gesturing to the back wall and the curtain of disembodied hands. Séverin turned to see a short, pale-skinned man speaking to him from behind a large mask carved to the likeness of a frog with bulging, glassy eyes. “Do you wish to sample a different fate, signore?” interrupted a voice at his side. ![]() Yes- you read it right! if you already read the excerpt already- kudos to you )Īlright, here it is. ![]()
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