"Get this girl into make-up. If Truex is going to be a congressmen, he needs a wife that doesn't look so trashy, sorry doll. You, Amy, take her to make-up. Now Henry come with me, we need to go over your speech again. Don't worry, don't worry, you've got enough protection on her, what are you worried about? An army taking that pretty little thing away? Ha, no one would dare take something from you." The busy man rattled on and on as he swung his arm around Henry and steered him down the busy halls behind the stage.
A mousey little hybrid led her in the opposite direction, with her Alphas in tow. She parked Alex in a seat in front of some incandescent bulbs that lit her face up. The red outline from the healing towel glowed pink. The hybrid bit her lip as she patted foundation and blended
