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thirty seconds. Probably. She'd lost track of time a little bit.
    “All better?” Landon asked, stirring her from her thoughts.
    He turned and his gaze met hers. They were face to face again, so close she could notice his minty breath. He must have brushed his teeth shortly before she got there, she thought. Must have.
    She nodded, pretty sure she was answering a question but not positive. His dark eyes had hers glued tight.
    “So what’s next?”
    She blinked hard and took a deep breath before looking away. Her brain was utterly scrambled, but she tried to regroup. “Next is your hair,” she said, making a show of looking toward her supplies to avoid meeting his gaze. “We’re going to put a few hints of gray near your temples.”
    He narrowed his eyes briefly, then shrugged. “Whatever you say.”
    “Okay. First, you can go put on some pants. Then get your hair wet."
    A minute later, they were in the bathroom. Landon sat on the toilet seat cover—his hair wet—so she wouldn’t have to reach up as she worked. It took her a ten minutes to brush the dye in. She worked quickly, doing her best to keep herself focused on the task at hand and away from Landon’s still shirtless body. There was a towel draped around his shoulders, but that only kind of helped.
    Once she had the dye in, she took a razor and modified his hairline slightly, taking it up about an inch at the temples and smoothing from there. It was something they would need to touch up regularly, but it helped create another subtle difference.
    Finally, it was time for her to do something about those sharp, distinctive brows. She walked over to the kitchen to get the tweezers she’d purchased for the job.
    When she came back, Landon was still sitting patiently, but somehow he looked different than she'd left him.
    A shiver went through her body, all the way up her spine to her brain. Her vision blurred and the world shifted under her, so hard she had to put a hand out against the wall to steady herself.
    The pharm. Agent Smith. Something was happening to her mind and she didn’t know what it was but she knew it wasn’t natural. She closed her eyes and tried to steady herself, focusing on her breath.
    Suddenly, like a ringing bell being touched to silence, everything stopped. She opened her eyes and looked up at Landon, who had shot up to his feet and reached out to steady her. Concern had etched itself into his face.
    She saw him clearly. Everything looked remarkably clear, in hard lines, like the entire world had been blurry just a moment earlier and now she had put on glasses to see anew. Or like things that had been in motion were now perfectly, absolutely still.
    One of his brows shot up. “You okay?”
    She licked her lips. “Yeah.” Things seemed to be happening outside of her, like she was watching herself reflect on the world she saw through her eyes. “Something...weird just happened.”
    “What do you mean?”
    She blinked hard, trying to dig her nails into the world and hang on tighter, so she wouldn't shake quite so much. “I think it’s just the Agent Smith messing with me.”
    He studied her carefully. “It should be starting to wear off pretty soon, depending on the initial dose. I doubt they flooded you.”
    “I’m sure you’re right. It's just...a lot.”
    "I imagine."
    She took a few steadying breaths, trying to get herself under control. Gradually, the panic subsided, and she felt well enough to get back to the task at hand.
    She held up the eyebrow tweezers. “Now for these.”
    His face went from concern to horror. “Can you use a razor?” he asked, his lips pressed tight. “It worked fine for my hair.”
    She shook her head, trying to hide her amusement at the loss of his usual cool demeanor. “Then it would look like you were disguised. Trust me, people can tell, especially women. Now hold still.”
    He did as she asked, and she got to work.
    Pluck.
    Pluck.
    Pluck.
    Even though he’d been hesitant about the