“We do not need all three of them,” Emanuele growls.
“Oh, stop being such a sourpuss and join in the festivities tonight, old man,” Cecil said as he shook his head in disappointment. “She will be fine.”
“I can do it, Emanuele,” I said as I looked back at him. “I just need my face to change back first. The sweet-talking part will be easy.”
“How do you get your face to change back?” Jack asked.
I look between Emanuele and Cecil, hoping that they will answer. After a few seconds of silence, Emanuele huffed and said, “Just stop thinking about the blood. Think about kittens and rainbows or something. If you can get yourself to focus on anything other than blood, then your face will change back.”
“You make it sound so easy,” I said as I rolled my eyes.
“Just focus your mind,” he nodded slo
