The dance floor vibrated with footsteps as guests glided, clomped, and stomped across it. The Joker hopped around, laughing like a fool. The Deranged Clown grabbed Margot for a spin around the floor. Dressed in black and white checks and a black mask, An Evil Jester rubbed up against the Smoldering Temptress, whispering crude suggestions in her ear. Covered in voodoo pins from head to toe, the Voodoo Doll danced alone.Â
Â Â Â Â Â Â But it was Zorro who turned heads from the moment sheâ€™d sashayed into the ballroom. Drop dead gorgeous in a crimson body suit and long flowing cape, she had the attention of every male in the ballroom. Her long platinum hair billowed around her voluptuous body and red feather mask. Sheathed in a crimson scaled scabbard, her Zorro sword rested on her left thigh.Â
Â Â Â Â Â Â The men all stared. The Mysterious Stranger in a black cape swept Zorro away with the moves of a ballroom dancer, looking for all the world like her long lost lover. But as soon as the song ended, another masked guest asked Zorro to dance, and before long, sheâ€™d danced with nearly every man at the party.
Â Â Â Â Â Â â€œMichael,â€ Margot whispered in his ear. â€œEveryone is captivated by Zorro. Do you know who she is?â€
Â Â Â Â Â Â Michael watched Zorro glide across the ballroom floor with ease. Chic and elegant with the legs of a dancer, she danced the night away, her patent leather heels never touching the ground. A crimson rose pendant graced her long, elegant neck. Michael knew precisely who she was. Heâ€™d given her the rose necklace on their wedding night. Taking one final look at Zorro, he pulled Margot into a tight embrace. After kissing her, he whispered in her ear. â€œI have no idea who she is. Darling Margot, I only have eyes for you. You are the perfect woman.â€Â
Â Â Â Â Â Â The storm that had been brewing all day broke just as the bell tower tolled. Eleven piercing chimes rang out simultaneously with the rumbling of thunder. Winds from the Mohave Desert hurled in through open terrace doors, blowing out the cinnamon-scented candelabras in the ballroom. Pellets of cold hard rain pounded helter skelter on the windows. The crystal chandelier swayed back and forth like a pendulum. It flickered once, then twice. And then all went dark.Â
Â Â Â Â Â Â Zorro sat at the bar, sipping on a bourbon on the rocks. Michael crept up behind her and whispered in her ear. â€œNobody makes an entrance like you do, Darling Candace. You have every man in the place rock hard.â€
Â Â Â Â Â Â â€œMichael,â€ she purred, her smoky voice as smooth as silk. â€œI knew youâ€™d recognize me.â€ She ran her hand over his masked face. â€œThe role of Valentino suits you. You are still the most handsome man Iâ€™ve ever set eyes on.â€
Â Â Â Â Â Â â€œAnd there were certainly enough of them,â€ his voice came out low and husky. â€œHow many men, Candace? Did you ever keep count of how many lovers you had during our marriage?â€
Â Â Â Â Â Â â€œYou were the only one that ever mattered,â€ she rubbed up closer. â€œWe had something real special between us. And being back in the ballroom tonight brings back all those memories. Like the way you used to hold me in your arms when we glided across the floor. And afterwards,â€ she slid her hand down his chestâ€”and lower still. â€œWe set the sheets on fire, remember, darling?â€
Â Â Â Â Â Â â€œWe had our moments,â€ he said. â€œBut I also remember kicking your trashy ass out of Vegas and telling you to never return. And yet here you are, an uninvited guest at my masquerade ball. You know the extent of my wrath better than anyone. And yet you dare to defy me. Why is that, Candace?â€
Â Â Â Â Â Â â€œBecause I love you, darling,â€ sexuality oozed from every pore. â€œYou and only you. Letâ€™s sneak up to our old bedroom and see if we can rekindle some old flames. Come on, sugar. Letâ€™s get between those satin sheets and set the night on fire.â€
Â Â Â Â Â Â Michael leaned very close, massaging her leg with his fingers. In a voice raw with sexuality, he whispered, â€œDarling Candace. How can I resist. Meet me in Uncle Carlosâ€™s suite in ten minutes. Weâ€™ll ring in the New Year together. You have no idea how much I want to be alone with you. Beautiful, beautiful Candace. I promise to make you screamâ€Â
Â Â Â Â Â Â Mask of the Betrayer
Â Â Â Â Â Â Sharon Donovan
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Sharon Donovan has been writing stories of inspiration and suspense since the loss of her vision due to diabetic retinopathy. Prior to this, she was a legal secretary in the Court of Common Pleas where she prepared cases for judges. Sharon has certificates in both business and medical transcription. Art was her passion. Devastated when she could no longer paint, a new dream resurrected. Today, instead of painting her pictures on canvas, she paints her pictures with words.