“You’re really going to make me do this,” I muttered, my voice dripping with skepticism.
Brenda grinned mischievously, pulling a stool closer to the mirror. “Oh, absolutely. If we’re going to pull this off, you need to know how to use every weapon at your disposal—starting with this.” She tapped a tube of lipstick against my forehead.
I groaned. “Brenda, this is ridiculous. What does makeup have to do with manipulating Daemon?”
The sunlight streaming through the window marked the beginning of another day I wasn’t sure I could handle. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers clenching the hem of my robe, as Brenda dumped a myriad of makeup products onto the dresser.
“Everything,” she said with dramatic flair, stepping behind me and fixing my hair with quick, practiced hands. “A well-pla
