"You were that man," I breathed. "The man in the masquerade ball at Finn's manor more than a month ago."
He didn't even have the grace to look surprised. The corner of his mouth quirked.
"You only just realized? I thought you had figured it out." His tone held a bit of disappointment.
Thinking of it now, I was stupid not to have seen it. Something came up that ruined the ball that night, and Stella mentioned that some intruders from Undercity came. I guessed it was because Rion looked different then. He had black hair, sea-green eyes, and his scent was faint, smelling completely something else.
"You're smart," he murmured, drawing me in through the turn, "but slow sometimes."
"It was nighttime," I said, narrowing my eyes. "Why were your eyes sea-green back then? And your hair black."
He shrugged, casual as sin. "A little trick. I didn't want to be recognized, you see."
