Page 59 of Midwinter Night's Prince

What was going on with her?

He tilted his head. "If you could change your hair with magic, why didn’t you do that the last few months?"

Not wanting to explain she hadn't even known that spell until now, she shrugged. "I was trying to be invisible, remember? I can wipe irrelevant, surface memories from weaker minds without risking too much damage, but the stronger the memory, the harder it is to remove it. It was easier to try to blend in."

She looked at her nails, now painted black. They were still uneven, broken in places. Blair grabbed a cosmetic bag and shoved her necessities inside, along with clippers.

"How are you at cutting hair?"

Seth blinked twice.

"I'd do it myself, but it's longer than what I'm used to at the back."

"You cut your own hair?" He made it sound like a blasphemy.

"It grows back," she pointed out, then she snorted. "I bet you have a three-figure hair dresser on speed dial."

"Four figures, witch."

"Well, I don't, so you'll have to do." She handed him her scissors, then gathered her hair in a neat ponytail. "It's easy, just cut straight. I'll take care of the details later."

The way he stared at the scissors, they might as well have been a snake poised to bite.

She turned back to the mirror. "Come on, Seth. I trust you."

"A terrible idea, really." He cleared his throat, but stepped closer, and brought one hand to her hair.

He tightened his fist around the elastic band holding her hair up, and placed the scissors between his fingers. After cringing, Seth cut, fast and straight.

"Thanks!"

She let her hair fall out of the useless band, hitting her chin in an adorable bob. There was just an inch of pink left. "Perfect. Couldn't have done it better myself."

His hand rested at the nap of her neck. "Perfect," he repeated.

Blair looked back over her shoulder just as he leaned down to kiss her, softly, sweetly, once, then a second time, right at the curve of her throat, and a third on her shoulder.

Every bit of her tingled with raw need. She had to have more.

Seth stepped back.

"Are you ready? We wouldn't want Velvet to feel alone, now, would we?"

While the cat had been glued to her side during their journey, now that they were in Oldcrest, he seemed quite content staying tucked in bed.

Blair managed a smile and nodded.

Oh, yes. She was fucking ready.

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Seth carried Blair’s suitcase up the hill, content to walk beside her at her pace, her soft, small hand in his. She moved purposely slow, taking her time, and he knew exactly why.

When they reached his house, everything was going to change. They were going to change. He was tired of denying the sizzling attraction brewing under the surface, setting his blood on fire as soon as she was near, and so was she. He was going to take his time and devour every inch of her skin, worship her body like the goddess she was.

She bit her lip, her cheeks delightfully rosy as they closed in on his home. “Cat has some stuff for Velvet in her house. A litter box, a bed, food, you know.”

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