Leo and Milo exchanged panicked glances.
The last thing they needed was to wash their faces. If the dirt and makeup came off, their entire charade would fall apart.
Elena looked at Leo. She started to feel nervous. Milo was okay. The colors on his face were hard to wash off.
But Leo only had dirt. If someone used water, it would all come off.
Leo sprawled across the sofa like he owned the place, one leg thrown over the other. He tilted his head back and smirked at Kaius. "Why should I listen to you ?"
Kaius hadn't forgotten the boy's earlier taunts. His patience was hanging by a thread.
Milo reached up and touched his cheek protectively. "I'm not washing either."
Kaius let out a short, humorless breath. His lips curled into a cold smile as he turned to his security t
