Possessing My Mate: The Silver Run Series
Opening one of the many drawers, she pulls different makeup from the drawer, raising each bottle to check that it matches my complexion.
“I doubt I’ll be doing my makeup,” I remind her, my eyes narrowing wondering why looking good is even concern. Xander won’t around.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t put any of this stuff on your face,” Charity says, picking different products that lay within. “Unless you want to burn your face off. Each of these is formulated to become a corrosive agent with the addition of air, or water.”
“This,” she says, holding up a compact of blush, the tiny thing looking like a silver pokeball. “Looks like a nice rouge, but add some water, shake, throw, and you have a pretty compact
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