My brain's struggling to catch up to Marcus's rapid-fire line of questioning. "What does my appearance have to do with anything?"
Marcus straightens his already perfect tie and addresses Logan, instead of me. He's competent. Even occasionally kind. But I can totally see why people think lawyers are assholes.
Marcus Ashby is a grade A certified one.
"Altering her appearance is our safest option. It won't fool anyone actively searching, but it would prevent casual identification. Security cameras. Facial recognition. Random encounters."
The way he says it makes it sound like he's discussing paint colors for a living room wall rather than magically altering my entire face.
Then again, he probably uses paint expensive enough to buy several of my faces.
"We need to be realistic about the timeline," Marcus continues. "The moment they get her in cuffs, we'll lose all ability to keep her safe. Not without sparking something we don't want."
Huh.
