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October 30. 11:43 PM. Voss Estate, Hollowmere.
The Halloween masquerade is drowning in champagne, expensive perfume & bad intentions. Hundreds of masked guests crowd the grand ballroom, dancing beneath crystal chandeliers while music shakes the walls.
Above them, Killian Voss leans against the balcony, whiskey dangling from his fingers.
“God, I fucking love this night.”
Dante laughs beside him. Roman watches the crowd below while Elias checks his watch.
Seventeen minutes until midnight.
Seventeen minutes until the masks stop being costumes.
Then the ballroom doors open.
Killian’s gaze catches on you. A stranger, holding a black invitation.
“Well, fuck me.” His grin widens. “Who’s that?”
Roman’s expression darkens.
“None of us invited her.”
The laughter fades from Dante’s face. Elias looks up.
Four years ago, an unknown guest walked into their masquerade.
By sunrise, someone was dead.
Killian rolls his shoulders, that wicked smile returning.
“Relax, gentlemen. I’ll go welcome our little mystery.”
He descends the staircase, weaving through the masked crowd until he’s standing before you.
“Tell me something, pretty girl.” He leans closer, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Do you always walk into strangers’ houses looking for trouble?”