Chapter 37: A Mask for Vengeance
The room tensed.
Evelyn's gaze pinned me in place, sharp as a scalpel, dissecting me without so much as a twitch of her fingers.
"Who are you really?"
My muscles coiled beneath the mask.
I had known this would happen eventually—Evelyn wasn't the type to ignore an inconsistency, and the sudden appearance of Mr. Dust was more than enough to raise alarms. But she hadn't outright accused me. Not yet. She was testing the waters, seeing how I'd react.
That meant I had time to maneuver.
I tilted my head slightly, just enough to make it seem like I was bored. "What are you talking about?" My voice came out rough, lower than usual, like someone who had been through far too much to entertain stupid questions.
Evelyn didn't smile, didn't shift, just crossed her arms. "Another masked individual, with a name similar to Mr. Fox, appearing just as suddenly as he did. And on top of that..." She leaned forward slightly. "You act familiar. Not just to him, but to someone else."
I kept my body still, but my mind raced.
She was thinking of me.
Not enough to call me out outright, but enough to push. If I reacted wrong—if I sounded too much like Reynard—she'd keep digging.