Hunter.
There was no greater glory—no sweeter f*****g satisfaction—than watching the look on Darius’ face the moment I strolled into the dining room. His jaw went rigid, his entire body tensing the second his eyes landed on my hair. The pink strand alone looked like it had sucked whatever was left of his already-decrepit soul.
His jaw twitched. Fucker. I knew he hated the color. Hated it with an unnatural, almost visceral intensity.
But let’s be clear—we both knew it had nothing to do with the color itself.
I slipped into my seat with all the ease in the world knowing Darius is likely shitting out his own skeleton right about now. Jace clocked me the second I sat down, his lips twitching in amusement, eyes gleaming with that knowing look that made me want to punch him on principle.
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