If Carrie noticed that no one around them seemed to react, if she saw the crowd failing to recognize the global icon by her side, suspicion would surely follow.
The disguise gave the illusion consistency. It provided a reason for the world's blindness.
Still, there was something about him—something the spell could not entirely erase.
His aura slipped through the cracks, like the heat of a flame bleeding through a thin layer of cloth.
People didn't know why, but they found their gazes drifting toward him, their hearts beating a touch faster whenever he shifted or moved.
Some felt uneasy, others oddly drawn to him, as though their instincts whispered of greatness hidden beneath the veil.
Nina caught herself staring longer than she meant to, a faint chill running down her spine.
She didn't know who he was, but she knew one thing for certain: that man was not ordinary.
