Chapter

Twenty

Asher

“Hmm . . . I’m not sure silver is your color,” Maeve mused, staring at my hair like it was some kind of science project.

“I told you,” I said with a laugh.

She narrowed her eyes. “Maybe if we go with something a little more unconventional.”

“More unconventional than silver? Go nuts, but I’m drawing the line at shaving it off, okay? On you, it’s sexy as hell. On me? Not so much.”

Maeve smirked, and I already knew her well enough to know that’s exactly what she’d been planning. But since she’d been sporting a series of pixie cuts with various designs shaved into them...