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Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. Oscar Wilde
The guy in the blue mask seemed to stare right at me, and it felt like my heart stopped. Without a shadow of a doubt, I knew it was
Carter. I edged closer to the chain-link fence, trying to stay out of his sight. The sirens suddenly stopped. His attention was locked on me. He ran. I did, too.
“Two halves, so different, yet the same. Trick him once, and you have much to gain. The gain will not come without a cost. Can you hold on when hope is lost?”
“Are you willing to pay the price? Trick him once, but don’t trick him twice.”
“You can want me, but you can never have me. Watch your back, little trickster.”
“One hides behind a mask. One has a secret. Beware the false one. You will lose your heart if you do not heed the warning signs.”
“Raine…” My grip tightened. “Do it.” Those two words snapped the final thread of my control.
“I go so fucking crazy around you, Raine. You’re no good for me. I don’t trust myself when I’m around you.” His voice grew even lower. “I don’t like who I am around you.”
Hope was a dangerous thing, as I soon found out. Everything had changed, but nothing had changed.
