Nevaeh scowled at her appearance in the huge ornate mirror cornered in her bedroom. Her face had healed considerably since this morning’s mayhem when the demon Yuro decided to scour the left side of her face with gravel. Yet, there were still notable scabs trailing down the bridge of her nose and across her cheek and jaw line. So, even after trying a good deal of make-up to cover up whatever hadn’t healed yet, the injuries only managed to go from being blotches of red to something more like hints of bumpy brownish-purple.
Ugh- maybe I can skip this dinner party.
Yet, even as she dared to not suggest to herself that she would not attend the Nicolet party celebrating the business merger, her heart hammered in astute protest. This would be the first time in two weeks she would b
