18Shaking The Serpent’s TailTazia hacked at her hair with Soren’s knife. She’d persuaded him to leave it while he went out to track down some takeout food. It had been surprisingly easy. He seemed pleased with her desire to finish her clean-up, though he’d raised his eyebrows and suggested scissors might be a better option until her fingers stopped shaking quite so much.
Bending double in the bathroom of the motel room she’d cut at least three inches from it all around. She figured she’d tackle the bangs afterward. It was her normal approach to styling. Soren would hate it, of course. His own tresses always looked like he’d just stepped out of a hairdressing salon.
Her stomach growled at the thought of freshly grilled meat and some authentic American French fries. The crispy sort with ve
