“Why won’t your hair sit flat?” Altina grumbled, trying to tame Kieran’s hair as he sat patiently.
“I’ve met a couple of other dhampirs of the Obsidian bloodline, it seems to be a common trait among us,” he suggested.
“I’m going to have to use my hair spray to get it to lay flat,” she said, reaching for the hair spray.
Kieran was walking out of the bathroom before Altina could blink. “None of that s**t is getting in my hair.”
“Why not?” Altina asked as she walked out of the closet after him, hair spray in her hand.
“It makes my hair feel weird. I don’t even like it when you put that stuff in your hair.”
Altina made a small yelp sound when Kieran stopped suddenly and kissed her, pulling the bottle from her hand. Before she could react to the kiss, he pulled away and tossed the bottle
