Often, Caspian lost sight of his goal. He was doing this because he wanted to stay alive. Why did it then feel like he did this so Asher wouldn't hate him? When had the shift happened?
When had he stopped caring for his safety and more about his captor looking at him in disgust if he found out his secret?
Hannah's work was flawless, the glitter around his eyes made them look dreamy, the soft shimmer on his shoulders as well.
The make-up she had done was subtle but it had taken a lot of work for it to look that way, emphasizing the size of his eyes and his clear skin.
She put waves his mostly straight hair, styling it elegantly with light accessories. He couldn't recognize himself when she was done, marveling at his reflection in the mirror.
Hannah glanced at the watch on her hand, offering a hand to him. "It's best we move now, we don't have a lot of time left."
