Chapter 70

She nodded and continued with her ritual. “Really?”

I stopped patting and tilted my head up to the warming sun. “Probably not. But you were being maudlin, so I opted for contrite. To be frank, neither fit us all that well.”

She chuckled and probably accidentally on purpose smudged my makeup. In any case, I shut up and she continued, the makeover calming me, temporarily helping me forget that we were whisking our way across lethal water at that very moment, with quite a distance to go. Then again, with our undead rowing team, at least we didn’t have to worry about anyone getting a cramp.

Once we made out of the East River we could see the torch far off in the distance, the sun glinting off of it. “Well,” said Lola, her work on me complete, a dusty mirror held up for close inspection, “there’s the statue, but how are we going to get to her without being seen?”