Masquerade [Kuskovo Estate]

[Jaxen Marveet]

Cyrena Marveet

A smile parted her face that said aww, too bad, but the flash of her eyes said Pavel must have opened up his asshole and shit out this wimp fucker.

A shake of the head followed, disappointment for the prey that slipped the jaws of her mouth. Cyrena kissed him on the cheek, then pat him on the chest. “Too bad. If you change your mind, I’m sure you can find me. Goodbye, Kristian.”

She abandoned him mid-song, but Cyrena was already scanning for the next nibble on the trail now laid for her. She chose a route that passed her within Sofia’s orbit. She didn’t so much as learn her date’s name, but she was sure someone else would be willing to share. She looked him up and down as she passed, judging whether or not he was everything Kristian described. Sofia met her eye briefly, but Cyrena only signaled acknowledgement with a raised brow and small nod. She would never attempt to confront the vicious bitch, not openly anyway, and it was best to not garner that kind of attention.

Her meandering route continued through the party, skimming faces for white-clad backs. Her search yielded little fruit, so she returned to the bar.