Masquerade [Kuskovo Estate]

[Jaxen Marveet]

Cyrena Marveet

Cyrena’s disappointment was apparent. Not that the information wasn’t good, but that she had heard as much all her life. The first daughter of Scion Marveet, Cyrena was simultaneously strangled to death with hyper-protectiveness and completely dismissed as a girl. To her, every man in Moscow was dangerous. She wasn’t impressed.

To that end, she tossed her hair over one shoulder and loosened her grip on her dance’s body. He was quite literally letting her slip through his fingers. “I’m sure he’s very dangerous. The type that will poison his enemies and keeps a super-villain shark-tank in his office.” Her smile was sinisterly sweet.

Then she decided to take another tactic, because Kristian did know something about him. Besides, if he was that dangerous, he wouldn’t be in Sofia’s arms. She was certain Pavel would put an end to it, if not Konstantin himself, which meant as the man who worked for Pavel, whether a contractor, spy, dealer or paramour, he knew enough.

The song shifted to the next about then, slower this time, and Cyrena sidled up into his arms, pressing her body into his. It was svelte beneath the silk dress, her chest obviously bare beneath the material as she leaned into him. “Maybe I like dangerous men,” she whispered into the curve of his ear, sliding her lips upon the ear lobe and nibbling for demonstration.

“You like dangerous men, too, don’t you Kristian? Like Pavel? You know what they say about him, don’t you?” She whispered sultry gossip into his ear, next before arching back enough to peer into the eyes behind his mask. Her own sparkled beneath the chandelier’s crystals. “I promise I won’t tell.”