“Why a Lynx?” Marc asked.
“The third one on the second row.”
The lack of an answer was telling. The fact there were no masks that would fit him was also a clue.
Without protest he delivered the mask to her, and tied the bow neatly at the back of her head. The end effect was chilling. These masks differed from those typically used for balls around Venice. Those were normally quarter masks, which were held in place by the wearer.
For a moment Marc believed he was peering at the real her… She really is a predator…
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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