Chapter 21
Miessa is ready and lounging on the couch by quarter after nine the next morning. I don’t know if it is some of that shifter BS of hers or if she really is that pristine-looking every morning. She daintily sips at a cup of coffee while I rip my hair out of my head, attempting to brush the knots from it. “You know your hair won’t stay healthy if you attack it like that. And you have such nice hair. I wouldn’t want you to ruin it.” She comes over and plucks the hairbrush from my hand.
“Hey!” I snap swinging for the brush.
She steps back, “let me just show you something.”
“I swear to the stars if you try to show me that whole start at the ends and working your way up bullshit, I will leave your ass here. That s**t has not and probably will never work for me.” I hiss. It is too
