The back was higher, above my neckline, and I had a choppyfringe! The whole head had not only been coloured to match the wigs Ihad been wearing, but ...lso had highlights and lowlights added for afuller effect.My make-up was stunning too. My eyes lids were done in a creamy goldcolour which blended to inky blue at the outer corners. My eyes wereoutlined in dark blue liner with navy mascara, with a touch of goldliner on the bottom lid near my nose. The final touch was a scatteringof gold. Please don’t say what you’re going to say. Please, don’t. “Dag passed away about two hours ago.”My whole world collapsed. Please let this be another goddamn nightmare. Please.He was sitting by himself in his chair at home. Mrs. Prior found him when she heard Maizie howling. She rushed upstairs and Maizie met her at the door. Dag was sitting in his chair with his eyes wide open staring at his painting with some music by Brahms playing on his stereo. He was wearing the suit I brought him Tuesday. The Templar order had found it too difficult a task for the localagents to take care of, so they had sent for the Irishman who had madehis name with near-impossible feats of stealth during his life. Somecalled him lucky, Shay was quick to correct them.Looking down at the bustling town and the Palais in the distance, hefound his target and leaped off the church spire into a nearby haystack,then making his way down the winding alleys to his quarry. Working outways to assassinate Charles Dorian. At least you haven't torn out any of the stitches, and there's no bleeding or pus. Looks like both of us are starting to heal. Maybe wounds don't get infected as easily on this world. But what the fuck do I know?"The wolf didn't answer, growl or attack, so Morales figured he was ahead in the situation.After reapplying the ointment, he bandaged the wound, closed the case and struggled to his feet. As he put everything away, the tension gradually dissipated while he was completing the mundane.