Chapter 2088

Nathaniel still had no idea what awaited him. He paced the mansion’s corridors, hoping movement would chase away the fog, then headed for the bathroom, intent on a scalding shower.

The moment he faced the mirror, he stopped dead.

Foundation masked his complexion. Rosy lipstick glared back at him.

Arched brows that were drawn far too perfectly completed the grotesque tableau.

“Elliot!”

Instinct named the culprit.

After all, the kid had pranked him countless times. This, apparently, was another entry in that cursed ledger.