Forty Three

It was hours later when I woke, finding myself still naked in Saxon's bed, only with Saxon himself curled tightly around me, and Haden nowhere to be seen.

I yawned, stretching out, and Saxon grunted in response, pulling me tighter against him. I laughed softly and tried to free myself from his arms, but he only held tighter, until I complained that I needed to use the bathroom.

He reluctantly let me up, grumbling incoherently in a state of partial sleep, and I headed straight for his ensuite, shutting the door behind me. I used it, and took a moment to notice my reflection as I washed my hands, then froze.

My hair.

My roots had begun to grow in, I realised, and there was no mistaking the obvious flame-red colour of them. The dull brown that Mama had used to hide the true colour for as long as I could remember, now only seemed to make the red stand out even more.

I suddenly felt sick. I wouldn't even be able to hide it until the Luna ceremony. One glance would be all it would take