He started toward her, and as he did, his nerves buzzed in anticipation of what he’d do next.
Yesss, his magic cooed in delight at his daring thoughts, we are not cowards like they.
No, he agreed, we are not.
With a sure hand, the pirate removed his mask.
The warmth of the room hugged his already-warm skin. He took a deep breath in, the scent of freedom running sweetly along his taste buds. Those he passed stared with shocked whispers as they took in his features, the first of their potential kind to reveal themselves.
He dutifully ignored them.
His identity would not be his weakness here. Not like all these others who clung to their disguises and false securities.
Let them know me, he thought.
Let my sins follow.
He had already been called a monster. Why not live up to the name?
After all, monsters were needed to make heroes.
And Alōs Ezra would become the kind of monster who made heroes of all.