“Well, woe the fucking day.” Ross flipped a showy page in his notebook. “How will I live without the nightly orgies in his lordship’s suite?” “Violet, that illusion you did, changing your hair, and . . .” Maud gestured to her face. “Could you do one on someone else?” “Yes?” “We’ll make you a disguise,” Maud said to Ross. His eyebrows went up. “A magical one?” “Partly. We’ll get it to you before tonight, so you can attend all the orgies you want.” She raised her sunny smile to him. “What’s your cabin number?”
