Chapter 45 Eric Falls to His Death

Thea was drenched in soup, her face and clothes soaked. Around her, doctors, nurses, and patients turned to stare. She had never been so humiliated in front of so many people before. She often told Skylar that she preferred going bare-faced and wasn't used to wearing makeup. But the truth was, she would always apply a full face of it. Now, with hot soup dripping down her face, her eyeliner, mascara, and foundation had begun to melt. Black smudges mixed with pale, blotchy patches left her looking like a complete mess. If it weren't broad daylight, she might have looked more terrifying than a ghost. Mortified, Thea didn't even realize how ruined her makeup was. Too ashamed to wipe the soup off her face, she sobbed as she moved closer to Skylar, trying to hide behind him. She wailed, "Sky, my face hurts so much. I think I got burned." Almost instinctively, he took a step back. Her face—smeared, smudged, and utterly disheveled—was downright filthy. After taking that step back, he real