Caden studied his reflection in the mirror. The face that stared back at him was almost unrecognizable. His hair was slicked back under a fedora, colored contacts dulling his striking green eyes to a muddy hazel, and he'd traded his designer suits for a leather jacket and jeans that screamed "nouveau riche trying too hard." He barely looked like himself, which was exactly the point.
A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. "You ready in there, pretty boy?" Eóin's voice called out, tinged with impatience and poorly concealed excitement.
"Let's go," Caden said, his voice gruff. "The sooner we get this over with, the better."
As they made their way to Eóin's car - a flashy sports car rented for the occasion - Caden couldn't shake his unease. "Run me through the plan one more time,
