Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia
Chapter 36
Chapter 35: Grace: Blonde
My hair is blonde, and it’s weird.
For whatever reason, I hear Caine’s voice in my head. "Your hair is brown," he’d said. A mere observation, not even a compliment, but for a second I mourn my generic brown hair.
"The toner helped with the brassiness, but it still isn’t perfect." Lyre runs her fingers through my hair with a soft click of her tongue. "Virgin hair is so nice to work with. It’s so soft even after lightening."
Andrew scratches at his cheek, his eyes darting everywhere except my face. "It, uh, looks pretty good."
"Thanks," I mutter, uncomfortable with his awkwardness. His crush doesn’t seem completely gone if he can’t meet my eyes over a simple compliment.
My attention drifts back to the mirror on the camper’s bathroom wall.
A stranger stares back at me. The blonde frames my face differently, catching light where shadows used to be. I twist a strand between my fingers, still damp and smelling of chemicals. My reflection looks alien.
I can’t stop touching it, running my fingers through the strands, flipping it side to side. The weight feels different. Everything feels different.
Lyre said it would be lighter after it dries, but something about solar power and batteries means she can’t run her hair dryer.
"So?" She leans against the doorframe, eyes bright with anticipation. "Do you like it?"
"I honestly don’t know." My hand drops from my hair. "But I definitely would’ve botched it without your help."
She waves a hand about airily. "It isn’t really that hard to do. Just need the right products and a bit of patience."
We shuffle out of the cramped bathroom and into the dinette—a small table with bench seating crammed against her kitchen counter. I slide in first, pressing myself against the wall to make room for Andrew. The space between us and the counter can’t be more than ten inches.
"Sorry it’s tight." Lyre squeezes past to grab three glasses. "Always harder to move around when the slides are in."
eyes follow her gesture toward the back half of the
over into neighboring parking spaces, so I don’t do it unless I
hands us each a glass of water. "Actually, Grace, we should probably get going. We’ve stayed
I fiddle with the glass, not answering Andrew. He’s right about the time, but I’m oddly reluctant to leave this
something about her—something free and untethered, calling to the part of me that’s been controlled my
know." Lyre’s
heart suddenly thumping faster in
I’ve got a friend there with some land and full hook-ups, so I can stay a while if I want to." She traces a pattern on the tabletop with her finger without looking, her eyes on
really far from here, putting a massive amount of distance between me
His voice lowers. "Don’t forget, Rafe’s
why I didn’t want Andrew
"Just offering." She shrugs, the
rude. We appreciate your help, but we have plans. And we don’t know you very well." Andrew’s polite, at least, as he explains
smiles at me, not him. "The offer stands though. Especially
even sure what I’m going to
really should go,"
I’d take her up on the
their ridiculous plan of bringing me back to the Blue Mountain Pack. In
hair. Something about the chemical
Lyre, my voice louder than I meant for it to
a cliff and haven’t started falling yet. It’s even better than when I tried to escape the first time; it feels as if I can reach out and touch the light at the end
the underside of the table. Water sloshes over the rim of his glass and he drops back into his seat, rubbing his legs as
eyes widen slightly, but her expression remains
serious," Andrew hisses at me, snatching at my
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