Chapter Nineteen:
Would you like a round of truth and dare?
Aeira carefully looked
at herself whilst being confused. She had dying her roots that continued to show every couple weeks and it had been nothing but frustrating to kill her hair—but she could see traces of herself. Her hair, which was originally on the length of her shoulder, was now longer that she had known it.
“Rayce,” she called, looking at her back to see him frowning at the name she had mentioned.
“Rah,” he repeated, his eyes deadpanned.
A small smile slipped in her lips before she showed her growing set of hair. The man seemed to have understood her dilemma as he frowned. Aeira had been doing her best into keeping her hair in the same shade, enough that people were not weary that she had dyed her
