Page 167 of Entangled

“The clothes.” Sloane nods.

“Theface,” Kasey chimes in with a shudder.

“What’s wrong with myface?” I rub my jaw. They were never going to slap me on a magazine cover, but I haven’t broken any mirrors lately either.

“You really should wash it,” Kasey whispers.

Fourteen-year-olds are assholes.

“We’ll help you,” Sloane says, like she’s doing me some big-ass favor.

“I didn’t ask you to,” I growl.

“Someone has to,” Ava mutters. Then she claps her hands. “You have skills, my man. You’re smart. You’re not atrocious looking. You’re a decent as fuck human. You just need some... sprucing.”

Sloane walks over and claps my shoulder, hard enough that I grunt.

“Operation: Jayk Gets the Girl is a go.”

Chapter38

Dominic

Survival tip #174

Stepping up sometimes means stepping down.

My door slams open, and I have my gun up and pointed at Heather’s head before her face registers. When it does, I cock the pistol back, raising a brow at her appearance.

Her hair is wild and damp around her—and the top half of it is a screaming, vivid blue. It streaks down in marred, uneven lines through the rest of her red hair.

I step back with a sigh, holstering my pistol. “Lucky, it’s for you.”

“Huh?” Lucky steps out of the bathroom, pinning his hair up with more flowers. When he sees Heather, he staggers to a halt.

“You.” Her eyes spit fire.

Lucky pastes a wide, innocent smile on his face.

“Moi?” He frowns up at her hair, clicking his tongue. “Blue is not your color, is it?”

I catch Heather as she launches for him, then settle her back on her feet. As much as I’ve decided to back off her on the alpha pissing contest, I’m getting really fucking sick of playing interference between her and the guys. Honestly, I’m not sure who’s worse, and I’m exhausted enough right now.

I’ve spent all day poring over maps and our inventory lists, trying to work out how to gain an edge, looking at potential escape routes if we’re put under siege, organizing lists of who will be on direct ground combat, resupply and support, or remote engagement.

But on the upside, this is the first time I’ve seen Lucky brighten up without Jasper in the room. His conversation with Eden left him wrecked. As his roommate, I heard all about it.

And not by choice.

Eden herself hasn’t said a word.

“I’m not going to kill him, Dom.” Heather tries to wrestle out of my hold. “I’ll just take an arm. Or maybe his hair. See how he likesthat.”

She catches me with a sharp elbow to the kidney, and I grunt, then throw her back.

“Lay off, Heather.” Then I glare at Lucky. “One more move like this, and I’ll move you out onto the lawn—and you’ll lose shower access.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, and his smile is punchably smug. “Jasper won’t let that happen. Jasperlikesme showered.”

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