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Chapter 21

GWEN

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I bite my lip to keep from smiling.

We're in Malcolm's car now. As he drives, his eyes stray to me at least every other second. And the expression in them never changes.

It's a mixture of awe and open disbelief. I can almost hear the 'what the f*ck?' like it'd been whispered into my mind.

"You like it?" I say, tucking the burnished red strands behind my ear.

He looks at me long, a ring of blue darkening his pupils. In a low baritone that has shivers playing down my spine, he says, "I think I have a favorite colour now."

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