chapter 63

CHAPTER 63

ETHAN'S POV

"How would you like to cut your locks and trim these beards to a minimum, so we can have a good time deceiving your people" I was surprised when Irene said these words, staring at my locks I couldn't even dream of cutting them, I promised myself that I wouldn't cut my hair until my death.

"I can't that would make me a bit unrelated, I love my locks so much you know how much I treat them" I uttered, wondering if there was another way to go around this.

"This is the only way we can save your brother from his death... You have to think about it, your choice, your locks or your brother's life" At this point I knew that she meant her words and that was the only way that I wouldn't be recognized.

"Then you'll have to cut it yourself cause I can't bring myself to pull it off" I groaned,

"Ok fine, I'll get a scissor, and some oil" she conceded as she walked downstairs to get the items she mentioned.

"I'm back" she chuckled as she placed the items on the table in front