Chapter 60:
Robert's Point of View
She stood before me in the black waitress outfit, but something in her stance had shifted.
Her eyes were flashing with a new spark a cold spark fueled by the desire to survive, no matter the price she would pay or the souls she would crush along her path.
I scrutinized her features, then raised the two masks I was holding.
Her gaze settled on the intricately worked black lace, and seconds of heavy silence passed before she raised her eyes to meet mine directly.
She said in a dry tone, devoid of any tremor:
"Is this a mask to cover the crime?"
A slight smile formed on my lips a smile that didn't reach my eyes as I contemplated her bitter intelligence.
She had finally begun to understand that this place is not run by open faces, but by the shadows we leave behind.
I moved toward her with measured steps, their steady thud filling the vacuum of the room.
I placed the mask intended for me on the table with a mechanical motion,
