TWENTY-FOUR
USING A FINGERTIP, she brushed more of the concealer across Styx’s brow.
“Hey,” he said, jerking away.
“Don’t be a baby,” she said, grabbing his shoulder to pull him closer again.
The men’s bruises may be fading, cuts healing, but they weren’t all the way there yet. They wouldn’t care about the principals or Six seeing Harry’s. It had been her suggestion Styx perhaps shouldn’t draw attention to himself looking like he got the better end of a brawl. Especially when he’d been the one on the receiving end of a beating.
“You remember your role,” Harry said, approaching them. “Tess? You must follow orders.”
“I know,” she said, concentrating on covering up as much of Styx’s injuries as possible. “I stay with you. I say nothing.”
“It’s too risky for all of us to walk in there t
