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Something about the man in front of her seemed off but Lenore couldn’t quite place it. Not yet at least. She couldn’t decipher whether he was nervous or if he was just guarded. He seemed rather unapproachable, which is why she wouldn’t let up. She sat down across from him after receiving his permission, although he warned her that he might not be the best company.
“I think I will be the judge of that.” She responded with a sure tone and a soft smile, crossing her ankles underneath the table. She placed her drink down on the table, briefly looking down at it before attempting to meet his eyes, though he seemed reluctant to meet hers. Aside from the obvious mystery of the mask, he was certainly a mysterious presence, with his dark hair, dark eyes and a wardrobe to match. “Lenore Ferrell.” She introduced herself, delicately offering him her hand. One of them had to be the one to end some of the suspense between them and she suspected that he wouldn’t be the one to do it.
Finally, he properly met her eyes. His gaze was cold, causing Lenore to wonder what had happened to make it that way. “Here as in the ball or here as in Ninth House in general?” She asked, wanting to make sure because her answer would be slightly different depending on what he was asking her.
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