“Your hair, Nikki.” Finally, the calm I usually achieve settles over me. “She’s going to cut off all your hair. And if you struggle, she might slip and cut more than that. So, I suggest you act smart for the first time in your life, and sit f*****g still.”
Aspen circles around until she’s behind Nikki, keeping her out of the kicking and scratching range.
“Don’t!” Nikki cries when Aspen grips her long shiny ponytail. “Nero,” she reaches for my hand. “Why can’t you see how perfect we are for each other.”
I stay out of her reach. “We aren’t anything for each other.” Aspen hacks through the thick handful of hair and Nikki starts crying. “You purposefully hurt the woman I love. If you were a man, I’d slit your throat where you sit. But instead, you’re going to become invisible.” The ponytail
