Chapter 58

• Elroy’s POV
• This mask was strangely heavy, and a little hot. Sweat was gathering under the scent blocking patches Sam found for me, and I could only hope the cheap one-wash hair coloring wasn’t running down the back of my neck with the moisture. The shoulder pads felt awkward, and I was still getting used to walking in these slightly platformed shoes.
• It was a damn good disguise, though, if even my Mate couldn’t recognize me. Though maybe it had been so long since she’d looked at me she’d just forgotten what I looked like regardless.