Chapter 32 CREATING THE MIRAGE

“Hold still, or I’ll stab your eye out with this eyeliner.”

“I’m perfectly still,” I protested, trying my best not to squirm.

“Your definition of still is questionable,” Mina muttered, leaning closer.

The harsh white lights of the garage loft had been replaced with softer lamps she’d dragged from so...

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