Page 31 of Wolf Blood

He messed my hair up, shaking the strands out to see if there were any more pieces we'd missed.

There were.

Bloom and I were horrible hairdressers. She was mainly good at schedules and paperwork, and I was only skilled at keeping an obnoxious, powerful man from losing the plot entirely. And talking people down when said obnoxious man inevitably pissed them off.

Rhone started clipping those long pieces too, moving and holding the hair like he'd done it before.

"I'm probably missing some pieces," he said. "I can find a hairdresser in the tower to fix it."

"I don't want anyone that close to me."

"Why not?"

Because I didn't trust myself not to attack them.

I ignored the question.

"If you keep telling people that I fucked you, they're going to expect us to spend breeding season together," Rhone said, surprising me a little.

"If you keep threatening to kill anyone I bite, they're going to expect that anyway."

"You’re not going to bite anyone. Problem solved."

I rolled my eyes.

"Did you feel better with more blood in your system?"he asked.

I didn't reply.

Didn't want to give him any more ammunition, because yeah, I actually had.

"I'm sure you did," he eventually said, shaking my hair out again and making a few more snips. I didn't see any long pieces that time, so I wondered if he was trying to extend the conversation.

We'd never talked like this before.

He obviously wasn’t enjoying it, so he was probably just fixing my haircut

"I'm not drinking more from you than I usually do, so it doesn't matter," I said, reaching for the scissors in his hand.

He tucked them in the pocket of his black cargo pants.

I kind of hated that I was attracted to a man wearing cargo pants. But I was.

"Why not?" He watched me in the mirror that was really a viewing window. I wondered if anyone was out there. Hoped they weren't. Whatever we were doing, he was definitely winning.

Like always.

"Personal reasons." I stepped away from him.

He caught me with a hand on my waist. Mybarewaist, thanks to the cropped tee I was wearing, with the bike shorts. I'd made sure not to get hair dye on them. I liked them too much.

Rhone pulled the fangs out of his pocket, now connected to the dainty rose gold chain. "Pink metal is an interesting choice too. I didn’t know this existed." He held it up next to my hair, and the colors were completely different. Hot pink, and pinkish gold.

"Rose gold has been a thing for ages, Rhone."

The skepticism on his face was almost amusing.

"Isn't there usually silver in the rose gold?" I asked. It didn't look like it was burning his fingers. Maybe a small amount of silver wouldn't hurt?