“Ok, almost done. Now for a coat of the Two Faced Better Than s*x Mascara," Rhys mutters under his breath, scrutinising his creation. "Delilah. Pass me the mascara wand..."
There's no reaction - Delilah is looking at something on her phone. It must be photos, or something she saved earlier, seeing as we don't have any mobile reception up here on the school grounds of St. Selaphiel's Academy.
"The mascara... ahem, MASCARA! Delilah!" Rhys snaps impatiently. "I said, MASCARA! PASS ME THE MASCARA! What the hell is with you tonight?” He swivels around to stare daggers at Horsey where she sits curled up in a protective ball on the edge of his bed. She's surrounded by makeup, scattered messily on the blanket all around her - eyeshadow palettes from M.A.C and Anastasia Beverly Hills, tubes of ma
