Lyra's POV
"Are we getting started or what?"
"We?" The word tumbled from my lips at the exact moment Poppy squeaked it out. She had frozen completely beside me.
"We? As in both of us?" Sebastian's voice carried that familiar drawl of his. "What language do you need me to say it in for you to understand?"
"So you're doing hair and makeup for both of us?" I asked slowly, wrapping my arm around Poppy to keep her upright.
"Yep," Raven said, snapping her gum loudly.
I swear Poppy nearly toppled over. If my hand hadn't been there to steady her, she definitely would have hit the floor. She kept opening and closing her mouth like a fish, only managing to produce little squeaks instead of actual words. I gave her shoulder a gentle pat before guiding her toward the chair Raven had positioned in the center of the room.
