Chapter One Hundred And Five

Still on Mark's Throwback.

As the night came, we lay tangled in the sheets, spent but content. Her mask lay forgotten on the floor, a symbol of the barriers we had broken down. In the quiet moments before sleep claimed us, I felt a sense of peace. The mystery of her identity no longer mattered. What mattered was the connection we had forged in those stolen hours, a memory that would linger long after the night had ended.

Morning arrived, and the rays of sunlight reflected off the white walls, casting a beautiful glow across the motel room. I awoke, my head throbbing as fragments of the previous night's events began to piece themselves together. How did I end up here?

Then it hit me.

Emily.

I bolted upright and saw her, sitting calmly in front of the mirror, a cigar in her hand. She turned, a smile playing on her lips.

"You're awake now, my love," she said, standing up from the chair, completely naked.

"Emily…" I murmured, still in disbelief. How had I ended up spending the night with