“No. No eyeliner! I’ll take this powder crap, but nothing else, Sorcha. I already feel like a freakin’ girl as it is.” I giggled, tousling Jed’s messy-chic hair. “Fine. No eyeliner.” I winked. “You look hot as you are anyway.” “Thanks,” he muttered, frowning at his reflection as the make-up girl fussed over him. “Sorcha,” Willow called. She waved from the set, a back alley in the Warwick District. “Come meet my cousins.” I sauntered over. Dwarfed by three silver-winged Morgons decked in denim and black leather, Willow giggled to something the tallest one said. All three of them had golden blond hair, fair skin, and eyes like blue glass. The family resemblance to Willow was striking. They could’ve been her brothers. When they all swiveled their gorgeous bodies in my direction, I smiled. Oh, yeah. These guys would definitely bring in the crowd.
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