“Thank you…” There are so many things I’m thanking him for that I can’t possibly list them all, but he doesn’t seem to need me to.
“Whatever you need, Eternity, I’ll always be here.”
We spend the next—I don’t even know how long—looking up ways to get this color out of my hair, and despite trying everything from hot water to baking soda, vitamin C, and lemon juice, all we manage to do is lighten it, and barely at that.
Felix goes out and grabs whatever he can find just before the guys get back, and we’ve been locked in here ever since.
“Wren? Are you almost done?” Banging on the door pulls both our attention, and I quickly bat the tears from my eyes.
“Fuck!” The pain in my hand vibrates up my arm when I slam it on the glass. I’m in the shower, still fully in my uniform since it was already soaked, and I didn’t feel like now was a great time to strip down in front of a guy who makes my heart race.
Though maybe I should have, if Auntie’s going to kill me anyway.
“Wren…” Felix leans against the glass outside the shower, reaching for the door just as a pounding sounds again.
“Wren, are you okay?” Julian yells through the door, and I hear the concern in his voice. I also hear others talking, though I can’t make out what they’re saying.
“Oh, no…” I press a hand to my mouth to keep myself from crying aloud as my knees give way and I crumble to the floor.
“Go away!” Felix bellows, stalking toward the door before I can stop him.
Oh no.
The door is flung open a second later, with a very upset-looking Nolan filling the doorway.
“Why is she crying?” Julian demands, sounding much closer this time, but I can’t make myself look up and face them.
“Because she can’t get that color out of her hair. Color that I assume you put there!” The accusation is clear, and while Felix isn’t wrong, it’s also not what he thinks.
I should stop them, tell them it’s not any of their fault, but I can’t.
I can’t do anything; I’m not worth anything.
She’s going to kill me.
“Wren. Wren!”
I blink up and find the last person I expected standing over me.
Titus.
He reaches for me but quickly pulls back with a hiss, and I flinch away, burying my head in my hands to hide.
“What are you doing?” someone asks, and yeah, I wonder the same.
“The water is hot as fuck!” Titus bites back before the water shuts off.
“No!” I whip around to turn it back on, but Titus is faster than I am. He grabs me around the waist, hauling me back into his chest, ignoring the fact that I’m soaked and he will be now, too.
“Hot water is how I get it out!” I fight, reaching for the shower faucet despite it doing nothing for the last few hours.
I don’t know what else to do.
“Wren, stop.” Julian is there, in front of me, one hand on each side of my face so I can’t look away. A look I’ve never seen on his face before as he helps Titus pull me from the shower stall. “Talk to me. Why do you want the purple out? I thought you liked it?”
“And who’s going to kill you?” Nolan all but growls from outside the shower, and when I look up, I realize everyone’s in here.
This is so embarrassing.
