Chapter 30
Chapter 30
“You are not cutting it. You will look like a boy,” Darius growled.
“That’s the point, asshole. I would rather have no fucking hair than have you ripping it out every chance
you get,” Kalen banged on the door demanding to know what was going on, and Darius growled and
looked over at Lycus.
“Deal with him while I deal with her,” Darius snapped. He reached over, snatching the scissors from
Lycus. Who looked a t him worriedly.
“Go deal with him,” Darius said, his aura rushing out and making the room hot with his anger. Lycus
sighed but opened the door. He had to grab Kalen as he tried to force his way in before the door shut
and Darius locked it. He turned to face m e, and I took a step back away from him when he went to step
closer with the scissors clutched tightly in hand.
“You ruined it,” He snarled, and my heart rate skyrocketed at the evil look in his eyes. It’s just hair. Why
the hell does he care about whether or not I have hair on my damn head.
“Sit on the edge with your feet in the bath,” He snapped, pointing at the bathtub. I nced at the bathtub,
and he growled at me, which made me move to do as he asked before h emanded me, giving me
no choice.
“Don’t cut your hair,” he paused, and I felt his presence behind me but didn’t dare look at him. I felt
fingers run through the lengths of it as he growled at my hack job before dropping the scissors beside
me.
“Wait here,” He said before he walked out of the room. I wondered what my chance was of escaping
whatever punishment he was about to inflict when he walked back in, and I looked over at him only to
see Tobias was with him. Tobias sighed and looked at Darius.
“Fix it,” Darius snapped at him.
“Do I look like a hairdresser?” Tobias asked him. No to me, he looked more like someone that would
scalp me, not fix hair. Darius dropped some pouch on the ledge of the bath beside me and rummaged
through it.
“You do our hair all the time,” Darius told him.
“That involves clippers, not scissors, and I am not sure I can fix that. You do it. You are used to cutting
long hair. I have never done a woman’s hair before,” Tobias argued. That surprised me. I couldn’t really
picture any of them doing hair. Darius growled at him, but Tobias shook his head.
“Nope, you want it fixed, do it yourself. You used to do your mo -” Tobias stopped, his words cut off
abruptly with the thunderous growl that left Darius. Tobias red at him and walked out, and I looked at
Darius who was fuming before he scrubbed a hand down his face and looked over at me. I flinched when
he stepped closer, but he only reached down and grabbed theb.
“Just stay still,” Darius said, he turned my head straight so I had to look at the tiles. Frozen with shock
when I felt himbing my hair, I stared off at the tiled wall. I was curious to know what Tobias said
before being cut off by Darius.
“You like long hair?” I blurted the words slipping past my lips before I could stop them. Fuck Aleera.
Curiosity killed the cat. You are the cat in this situation, I tried to remind myself. However, I was shocked
when he answered.
“Yes, Lycus used to have long hair, but it annoyed him, and he cut it off not long after we found him,”
Darius said. I felt him brush up against me as he continued tob the knots out. H e reached beside
me, pulling a clip out and piling my hair on m y head, leaving sections.
My hair started falling away as he cut it, and I nced down to see it was cut just below my shoulders
before he pulled another section from the clip beforebing it. “were you a hairdresser in a past life?” I
chuckled at the thought. Darius huffed.
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“You believe in that past life crap?” he asked. I shrugged, unsure what I believed or if I believed in
anything after death.
“Not sure,” I answered honestly. I jumped when he ced the scissors beside me and walked off before
rummaging under the sink. He returned and wet my hair with a spray bottle, which made me jump again
at how cold the liquid was inside.
Darius distracted while fixing my ruined hair, almost seemed
like an average person, or maybe it was the bond. His aura remained threatening. But he wasn’t being
cruel, so I figured h e must have some form of humanity in him. I tried to contain myughter at that
thought when I remembered him telling his recruits my hair was off-limits when they threatened to burn it
off.
“I will try not to grab it, but don’t cut it again. It is now short enough,” Darius said behind me, and I almost
turned to look a thim, but his fingers forced my face forward before I could.
“Stay still,” He snapped, and I swallowed.
“I can’t picture Lycus with long hair,” I admitted and Darius chuckled.
“When we found them, it was really long, almost as long as yours was,”
“So you liked doing his hair,” I pried.
“No, he cut it off. I was furious, but-” he stopped like he remembered who he was talking to.
“Do you even care, or are you just trying to make small talk?” h e asked. I thought about it for a second
because it was kind of both; I cared because if he was talking, that meant he wasn’t killing me; but I was
also curious why he was so upset about hair.
“Just curious why you got angry when you seem so intent on ripping mine out,” I told him honestly. He
paused his cutting and cleared his throat.
“Don’t try to cut it, and I won’t grab it,” he finally said, and his aura dropped, which allowed my shoulders
to untense.
“My sister used to have long hair,”
“I thought you were an only child?” I asked him.
“She died when she was seven.”
“What was her name?”
“Molly, she was my mother’s illegitimate child. She had an affair on my father,” I chewed my lip at that bit
of information. That definitely wouldn’t have gone down well. Especially if he was anything like Darius.
“He forgave her, but when the gue hit my sister, died, along with the rest of the Fae,”
“Wait, your sister was a white Fae?”
“No, a harmony one, both my parents were dark-demonic, Molly’s father was a white-Fae,”
“Wait, but the Fae gue hit before I was born,” I tell him, and he hums in agreement.
“Yes, but the second wave hit seven yearster. She would have been the same age as you,” my brows
furrowed in confusion. I don’t remember a second wave talked about, and how did I survive it if there was
one?
“It wasn’t like the first one. They poisoned the water system, we ran off town water, when the rumor
started about the gue my sister and mother went into confinement under the castle, she survived the
first wave because it was airbome. My father had strict protocols on who was allowed in and out. They
lived down there for 3 years before we realized they coulde out. Mum wouldn’t leave her down there
by herself. Yet when the second wave hit, no one saw iting, and the water supplies were poisoned,
she had a bath and fell ill,”
“So you used to do her hair?” I asked him.
“No, my mother’s, after Molly died, she became depressed and couldn’t look after herself; I looked after
her until she died,” Darius answered. I swallowed, not knowing what to say, and h e didn’t tell me
anything else, just kept cutting my hair.
When he was finished, he tapped my shoulder for me to turn around before gripping the ends. His face
was in deep concentration as he cut some of the hair around my face before making sure the ends were
the same length.
He then nodded and stood up before he walked out. I stared after him before shaking my head and
dusting off my shirt. Looking in the mirror, he cut just below my shoulders. Darius returned a few seconds
later and ced some hair ties on the counter, not saying a word before he walked out again, leaving me
alone. I quickly locked the door before cleaning up all my hair and dumping it in the bin. I then showered
fast so I could get to the mess hall early so I could get back to my feathery friend.
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