**Hidden Machinations—Eternal Eclipse**
It was an ugly mask. The kind that would send a little baby crying from terror. Yet he donned it so impeccably. But his shoulders, tall figure, and signature careless stance gave him away.
Which was why Ember recognised him instantly.
She did not make it a business to act as a damsel in distress at all times. But that would make it the third time she was finding herself in an uncompromising position where she was entangled with his body.
His hand, yet again against her waist scorched her like coals lit in the kind of harsh winter that could only be found here in Vaskor—soothing against the chill, but still blazing hot.
Was it not just the delectable coincidence that both of them appeared at the public art square wearing some disguise of some sorts. It was almost comical how the man who was the center of attention stood there, yet no one recognized him.
