Chapter 9
Twas the Fifteenth
“If you don’t hold still, I’m gonna yank your hair out!” Lafitte threatened, teeth gritted. He had insisted that I sit in front of the mirror in my office as he styled my hair. Every time he yanked on a strand, my head jerked back, making my office chair squeak. The little skinny man was trying my patience. What the f**k was I thinking?
“I think you’ve already done that,” I rubbed my scalp, shooting shards at my hairdresser. “I told you! I don’t want my ears showing.” It was a weird tick of mine. Since I was a child, I’d preferred to have my hair covering my ears.
“For a vampire huntress, you sure is a wuss. When was the last time you ran a brush through this dragon-flame mop?”
“I don’t know. Maybe twelve,” I flinched.
“Why does dat not surprise me? I sho
