Not that color.” Megan paused with the lipstick halfway to her mouth. “What’s wrong with it?” Getting ready for this stupid party was hard enough without Malleus, Maleficarum, and Spud standing behind her watching. She wished they wouldn’t. The long, thick sleeves of her heavy robe kept catching on things as she tried to apply her make-up, but the brothers would not budge. After what Megan thought of as The Park Incident, they refused to let her out of their sight, or even more than a few feet out of reach. She’d had to call Dante to get them to leave her alone when she used the bathroom. “It’s all wrong, it is,” insisted Maleficarum. “Makes you look sallow.” “Yeh.” Spud shuffled his feet. “I don’t have any other colors.” “I can’t believe this,” Malleus muttered. “A beautiful girl like you, and you don’t even know ’ow to do your own face.” Megan blushed, from the compliment or the insult she wasn’t sure. “Fine.” She picked up her makeup bag and handed it over.
