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    Masks: Masks, #1
    Masks: Masks, #1
    Masks: Masks, #1
    Ebook101 pages1 hourMasks

    Masks: Masks, #1

    By Amara Lynn

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    Avari has always been a social outcast, which is just fine by him; he has superhuman abilities and hates people. But his lab partner Chayton keeps being so friendly and Avari can't stop staring at his alluring smile.

    When he loses control of his abilities, Avari is faced with a startling revelation about himself—one that's both thrilling and dangerous. As Avari seeks to understand Chayton, he finds himself coming out of his shell, and his connection with Chayton grows deeper.

    Meanwhile, a mysterious adversary appears who may hold answers to who Avari really is. Fueled by his curiosity, Avari continues his path of destruction—but he can't help wonder if his secrets will tear apart his shaky new bond with Chayton.

    MASKS is a 21k urban fantasy, new adult romance novella centering on a gay protagonist.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAmara Lynn
    Release dateAug 12, 2020
    ISBN9781386656104
    Masks: Masks, #1
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    Amara Lynn

    Amara Lynn has always been a quiet daydreamer. Coming up with characters and worlds since childhood, Amara eventually found an outlet in writing. Amara loves anything to do with pirates, villains and superheroes, angels and demons. They were born and raised in the Midwest USA, where they remain stuck with their spouse and two cats. They love to write about soft monsters and cryptids, grumpy enbies, and forever will be weak for the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one trope. When not writing, they are usually watching anime, playing games, and obsessing over their out of control music playlists.

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      Masks - Amara Lynn

      1

      Iswept my fingers in and out of the Bunsen burner's flame, flirting with the flickering orange and purple and grinning with amusement. I've always felt akin to fire. It was so beautiful and brilliant, yet destructive. Fire could give and it could take.

      You know you could burn yourself doing that, said a voice, rudely jolting me out of my fire fueled reverie.

      I looked up at the intruder. I'd seen him before in chemistry class. With that bronzed skin, that long, black hair, and those dark eyes, he was hard not to recognize. Not that it really mattered. He was still just another student. Aside from his few defining features, he was just like everyone else.

      I turned my attention back to the flame and resumed what I was doing, a clear dismissal. Instead of going away, he took the seat beside me. How obnoxious. Nobody ever sat by me.

      I'm Chayton, he said.

      I turned my glare back on him and frowned. Okay… And? He was smiling. My scowl deepened.

      You're Avari Terran, right? We're lab partners.

      I looked at the burner again, sighing. Why did I need a lab partner? I was perfectly capable of doing all of the labs by myself. A lab partner would just get in the way, and mess things up. Did the phrase doesn't work well with others that high school teachers so loved to put on report cards mean nothing to these blockheaded university professors?

      Just stay out of my way and don't screw things up, I snapped at him. When I heard him chuckling, I looked up. What are you laughing at? I growled. Maybe if I concentrated hard, his shirt would catch fire. If I was mad enough, I could easily do that.

      Sorry, it's just… Chayton trailed off as he fought back a few more laughs. You're so serious.

      Because this was a very serious matter! I failed to see why it was so amusing for me to be serious about my schoolwork. Is there a problem with that? I frowned. I wished he'd go away already.

      You need to loosen up a little. He leaned back in his seat, putting his arms behind his head.

      I snorted. Why? I really wanted to ask why in the hell he even cared, but I stopped myself short.

      It's not good for you, being serious all the time. He smiled.

      And who says I'm serious all the time? I countered his smile with a scowl.

      Chayton leaned closer, and I caught a whiff of campfire smoke and pine. Are you? he asked, raising an eyebrow.

      No, I blurted, meeting his midnight eyes sternly.

      Oh? What do you do for fun, then?

      None of your business. I tore my gaze from him. Who did he think he was, interrogating me like this? I owed him no explanations or assurances about my behavior or hobbies during my leisure time.

      Okay, okay. Chayton raised his hands in surrender.

      The lab started, forcing Chayton to drop his line of questioning and focus, for which I was grateful. Of course I did well on the assignment. I didn't credit any of my success to Chayton, though I guess he did help a little, which was much better than him screwing something up.

      As soon as class ended, I threw my stuff in my bag and walked out. Footsteps ran up behind me, and I looked back to see Chayton following me. What did he think he was doing? Couldn't he just buzz off? Why was he trying to catch up with me?

      I stopped walking and turned completely around, glaring at him and crossing my arms. Can I help you with something?

      So, since we're lab partners, we need to be able to get in touch with each other. We should exchange numbers.

      Immediately I frowned. It wasn't that I didn't have a phone. I did, mostly out of necessity. Places like the school needed a phone number on file. I would just as soon not have one, because I didn't want to talk to anyone. I really wasn't too keen on the idea of giving my phone number so freely to him, but clearly there was no avoiding it. I sighed and took out my phone. Fine. What's your number? I keyed in the digits as he said them and then called him so he'd get my number.

      Maybe we'll see each other around the campus, said Chayton with a smile.

      I hope not, I mumbled.

      I turned away and stared at my phone screen, pretending to look interested in something on it like most of the other students on campus often did. In reality, the only thing on my screen was Chayton's phone number. I started to save it to my contacts. How was Chayton spelled? What kind of name was that anyway? I guess I would just save it as C for now and figure out how it was spelled later.

      I returned to my dorm room. Locking the door behind me, I let out a heavy sigh.

      Finally. Alone at last.

      My last roommate had made it an impressive two days before requesting a different room. Shortly after that my possessions had flooded into the other side of the room: various books on chemistry and mechanics and architecture, notebooks filled with my scratchy writing, and a few old gadgets I tinkered with on occasion. Having to put up with another person's presence at all hours of the day was exhausting, and made it so I had no privacy. Alone was the only place I could be myself.

      I pulled my shirt off and stretched my arms as I unfolded my black-feathered wings. I've never really known what I am, but when I was just a kid I discovered I had these wings on my back. When they were concealed, they seemed to be completely invisible to other people. Which is probably why I didn't get taken away by the government and experimented on.

      Whatever I was, I was sure I wouldn't know it if anyone else was like me. They were probably hiding, or flying under the radar like I was, because I sure hadn't ever heard anything about a race of winged people. I sat at my desk, flexing my wings more. Perhaps I was an angel, or I guess it'd be more accurate to say a fallen angel. Obviously I wasn't in heaven, or whatever realm it was angels—if such a thing existed—came from.

      Why had I been left alone here? My mother was a human, and my father… Who knows what he was or what happened to him. Once, I sneaked into my case file and dug out my birth certificate. Mother: Arya Terran, Father: Unknown, it read. She died bringing me into this world. I'd been to her grave—if the worn, flat stone marking her burial site could be called that.

      Outside, I could hear the sounds of some obnoxious students goofing off. I ignored them as I opened a book and started on some homework. So reckless. Why did

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