*Atlas’s POV*

I'd recognize Heiro anywhere, even with a large white-gold mask covering his entire face. He towered over Eris and stood still while her small hands explored him. Without her seeing me, I reached underneath one of the tables and pulled out one of the masks that were stashed there.

It was light considering it was made of iron and decorated with swirling patterns of filigree. The mask stopped just shy of the mouth which allowed me the freedom to close the ...