Chapter 257 The Masquerade

• Ava
• The Packhouse’s main hall felt like an entirely different world. The flickering candles and braziers cast dancing shadows on the walls, and the air was thick with the scent of spiced wine and perfume. Streamers hung from the ceilings, swaying in the breeze created by the dancing throng.
• But most importantly, the low lighting and the sea of masks made it nearly impossible to distinguish one face from another—exactly as we had intended. The entire pack was here tonight, and the room was crowded with warm bodies and swishing dresses.