Masquerade [Kuskovo Estate]

[Jaxen Marveet]

Cyrena Marveet

Deja vu.

She heard his American accent long before noticing anything else about him. Cyrena might have completely ignored him except a quick glanced revealed how pretty he was. As she had with Kristian, she swiveled just enough in her seat to face him. He was impeccably dressed, which spoke to style (or a stylist) and he breathed money. Not that Cyrena expected any other type at a party like this, but something about the confidence and air led her to believe he thought himself above everyone here.

Old money, then.

Interesting.

“Sure,” she was already two drinks in, but she was drinking vodka her whole life. Her tolerance was noteworthy.

“A scotch? You cannot have been in Moscow long or you would have come to learn a proper man’s drink.” She pushed aside his recently delivered scotch and ordered him a respectable drink. “Beluga on the rocks with lime.”

“Lucky you met me to show you.”

“Cyrena.”