Hunter returned, holding a plastic mixing bowl in one hand and an application brush in the other. Inside the bowl was a frothy blue mixture that reeked of chemicals strong enough to make my eyes water. I recoiled slightly, nose wrinkling as I waved a hand in front of my face.
“What the hell is that?” I asked, eyeing the suspicious concoction like it might come alive and eat me.
He smirked, setting the bowl down on the vanity in front of me. “Powdered bleach. Gotta lighten your hair first so the pink sticks better. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with a muddy mess.”
I blinked at him, still highly skeptical. “Bleach? As in, the stuff that could potentially melt my hair off my head?”
“Exactly that,” he said cheerfully, dipping the brush into the bowl before flicking his gaze back to mine. “
