67: Their Luna

Alexa I looked at the four masked men and Lorraine. My eyes stared at one after another. The man with the big, muscular body, hair pulled back at the nape of his neck, and a crooked grin. He must be Alastair. The tall, slender man with brown curls was Romero. The man with tan skin, broad chest, and dark brown hair was definitely Harlow. Meanwhile, the blond Gabriel had his arms around Lorraine’s waist. “Why are you wearing masks?” I asked, my forehead furrowed. “We’re competing, Alexa. We don’t want you glued to our faces,” Romero swallowed. I rolled my eyeballs upwards and strode towards them. “But that mask is creepy and reminds me of the auction. Besides, I can already tell you guys apart, even if you wear masks.” “Ah, I see what you mean. I say we indulge our queen tonight.” Alastair pulled off his mask. His face looked haughty, with a confident smile on his face. He licked his lips as the other three men removed all their masks. Oh, Goddess, that turned out to be a bad idea. Becau