Edwin
I adjusted my mask for what felt like the hundredth time that night, trying to ignore the discomfort of the rough edge against my skin. The brown colored contacts I had put in to disguise my natural gray eye color were making my eyes burn, and my freshly shaven face was itching incessantly. I usually kept a bit of stubble, but I couldn’t risk being recognized tonight.
“This is quite the party,” Charles mused from beside me, swirling his drink around in his glass. “I didn’t expect so many people to be here.”
“It’s the spring equinox. It’s a big deal around these parts,” I replied.
“I see.” Charles turned in his seat, his eyes surveying the party. I had, of course, brought him with me; not so much because I felt like I needed the help tonight, although that was part of
