Twenty
Lucy Lark
When we got into the room, Cronan said, “Your hair is going to take longer. You take the bathroom first. I’m going to try and nap a bit, and then whenever you’re ready to switch I’ll do mine.”
“Alright,” I said.
I took the bag from the hair salon that we’d gotten and went into the bathroom. I’d never dyed my hair before, so it was a bit of a process. But by the time I was done, my hair was no longer brown, but bleach blond. I looked at myself in the mirror, and remembered the nickname Edele had given me.
Irene Adler.
Con artist, thief. Opera singer, depending on which version of Holmes you were reading or watching. Growing up with the royals, I had always had to be one step ahead of the game if I didn’t want Aiden to control every move I made
