Cyrus’ face darkened even more, his breath held in tight.

Without hesitation, he picked Vivienne up and was about to leave when Vivienne, still groggy, looked at the man in front of her, his face covered by a mask. Something inside her suddenly sparked, and with newfound courage, she reached out and touched Cyrus’ mask.

For a split second, Cyrus’ body stiffened imperceptibly. His gaze toward Vivienne became unclear. Vivienne’s fingers brushed lightly against the mask, and ...