Masquerade [Kuskovo Estate]

[Maksim Marveet]

Maksim Marveet

Maksim could not resist Alina’s pleading eyes for long. He tried to be the foot-on-the-ground man of the house, but when her luscious brown eyes stared into his, his heart melted all over again. His brother-in-laws would likely judge him for yielding too often to a woman’s whim, but Alina was not like any other woman alive. She was a queen, and he would always treat her like one.

“I think he went that way,” he gestured, holding her hand in his while they walked through the mansion. Eventually, they found Iason himself staring at the ceiling. He exchanged glances with his wife, sharing an unspoken curiosity, as he approached.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat.

Tarik Marveet

Tarik blinked away the remainder of the effects. He strangely had little memory of what happened beyond fleeting shadows of a forgotten dream. It seemed that hit of P was something of a dud, or at least he thought it was. The promise of not knowing what to expect was part of the thrill. If something happened in his dream, it was etched upon his bones, but he could not decipher it.

The frenchman’s question was understandable. “These naps are the worst and best of your life, comrade.” He leaned in to softly describe the details. “If you ever wish to try, I suggest you head here,” he shared a location on his wallet screen. It was then that he received a message from Cyrena. The Ascendancy was soon to speak, and it hinted at something important for the family.

“Duty calls.”