Plan B

Skye's smirk deepened as he gestured toward a small chest placed at the center of their gathering. With deliberate precision, he opened it, revealing a sleek, black mask adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly energy. "If the poison doesn't do the job," Skye began, his voice sharp with malice, "then Plan B is in order. Lyssira, this mask will ensure you remain unrecognizable when you plunge your dagger into Lucian's heart."

Lyssira stepped forward, her silver eyes glinting as she studied the mask. "What enchantments are on it?" she asked, her voice calm but laced with curiosity.