“You are not cutting it. You will look like a boy,” Darius sneers.
“That’s the point, asshole. I would rather have no f*****g hair than have you ripping it out every chance you get!” I retort.
Kalen bangs on the door, demanding to know what is going on, and Darius growls and looks over at Lycus.
“Deal with him while I deal with her,” Darius snaps. He reaches over, snatching the scissors from Lycus, who looks at him worriedly.
“Go deal with him,” Darius says, his aura rushing out and making the room hot with his anger. Lycus sighs but opens the door. He grabs Kalen as he tries to force his way in before the door shuts and Darius locks it. He turns to face me, and I immediately step back when I notice the scissors clutched in his hand.
“You ruined it,” he snarls, and my heart rate sk
