"Mr. Beladore will be furious when he finds out you're doing this," Skyler said. "Under my nose, specifically."
"Then don't tell him." Salvar turned back to the mirror. "Simple solution."
He looked at himself.
The wolf-cut wig sat perfectly. Neon green on one side, black on the other, the split running straight down the middle like a decision. His own hair completely hidden underneath.
The thick red lipstick changed the whole geometry of his face. The highlighter caught the light across his nose and cheekbones and made him look like someone who had never heard of Salvar Beladore and had no intention of meeting him.
Black leather pants. Plain black shirt. Green sequin coat over everything, catching the room light every time he moved.
And what caught attention were his boots — sleek, with pointed fronts and narrow heels and red bottoms.
His fractured hand was hidden inside the coat sleeve, one arm of the coat laying uselessly at his side.
