Mates and Pretty Faces

Lysandra’s POV

My trembling fingers found the coarse ties resting at the nape of my neck. The rough fabric of the physical mask scraped against my jaw as I forced myself to move. Varek’s command hung over the room, an oppressive weight pressing down on my shoulders. I had no choice. The knot gave way. My hands shook as I slowly drew down the cloth, exposing the false skin mask Varek had forcefull