I frowned. And to add more insanity to the view, I lifted my view to his hair.
What is that?
The top of his head was braided in tight, swirled cornrows that wound back along his scalp in a lovely pattern. I swore I saw a few hearts. The rest of his hair fell from those braids in long thin braids that spilled past his shoulders and down his back.
There was no way his usual helpers did his hair. This kind of braiding took hours and patient hands. And there was a loving feminine quality to it.
When the hell did she have time to do that? Wasn’t she already busy bruising my Fang’s body and making him walk around like a dog?
I gritted my teeth.
At least on Rin, the style was masculine in a way like a sword that had been polished by a woman's hands and was somehow more dangerous for it.
Still, I almost came to a full stop.
Hiro let out a low whistle. "This hairstylist, Deja, is quite the femme fatale."
I stiffened.
Hiro whistled again. "And if she sucked on his neck. . .then she had no bag on her head. Is that good or bad?"
"I don't know."
"You think he fucked her yet?"
"I'm not sure."
"Withherbody. . .I doubt he would be standing so strong this morning, if he fucked her. Not with her ass."
I scowled at him.
Hiro shrugged. "Eh. Her body is dangerous. That's all I'm saying. I'm just gladhemet her first. She might have been the death of me."
I shook my head.
Hiro tilted his. "Look at him though. He's blushing."
“He’s not blushing.”
“Your Fang looks like he’s about to fucking write a poem about love.”
“Shut up.”
“What is he going to do in the battle now? Give all the enemies hugs.”
“He’s fine.”
Hiro chuckled.
One of the twins pointed again at the hickey on his throat and said something.
The other twin lost it.
The Claws followed along.
I let out a long sigh.
“Hmmm.” Reo studied Rin. "His hair will need to be retied before battle. The length is a liability. I’ll talk to her about that."
