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She’s a conniving little bitch too stupid to take the hint the first time around. This time she’ll get the message.
I wait for her to finish pissing, then pounce on her the second she emerges from the stall.
I’m still not back to a hundred percent mobility, my back stiff with freshly-healing scars, but I’m still plenty strong enough to seize Lola and fling her against the wall.
Lola screeches, her blue eyes wide with shock and terror.
“Yeah, I’m out of the infirmary,” I growl. “So you probably should have kept your posse closer. Or better yet—you should have fucking listened when I told you to stay away from Cat.”
“Nothing happened!” she squeals, trying to squirm away from me. “They didn’t do anything to her!”
I grab her by the throat and slam her against the wall again, bouncing her head off the tiles.
“Oh yeah, it was a Sunday picnic,” I snarl. “Other than Penmark’s back massage.”
“I didn’t know they’d do that!” Lola cries.
“It doesn’t matter,” I say. “You tried to fuck over my girl and now you’re gonna pay the price.”
Lola’s blue eyes narrow. She sneers, “You can’t do anything to me. Don’t forget the Rule of Recompense. You harm one hair on my head, and you’ll get the same thing done to you.”
“Funny you should say that,” I tell her. “That’s exactly what I had in mind.”
Lola stares at me, not understanding.
Until I pull the clippers from my pocket.
“NO!” She shrieks, trying to twist out of my grip.
I flick the switch, the clippers making an aggressive buzzing sound like a swarm of angry hornets.
“Hold still. Or this will get a whole lot messier.”
“No! You can’t!”
“Why not? What are they gonna do, shave my head too? Saves me going to the barber.”
I swipe the clippers right across her scalp, leaving a long bald patch down the middle of her head. A sheet of wavy caramel hair tumbles to the ground.
Now Lola is fully blubbering, all her toughness melted away like ice cream in the Mississippi sunshine.
I shave her bald, every fucking bit of that hair cut off and tossed on the grimy bathroom floor.
I hold the last lock up in front of her eyes.
“You say one word to Cat, you so much as fucking look at her, and I’ll be back for your finger. You saw the whipping I took for her—I would gladly lose a pinky to see you lose one of yours.”
Lola stares at me in horror, her big blue eyes rather disturbing without the accompanying mane of hair. She looks like a baby doll shorn by a callous toddler.
“Your hair will grow back,” I say softly. “But your finger won’t.”
With that, I drop the last few strands on the floor and leave the bathroom, Lola’s whimpers trailing after me.
For once,Cat beats me up to the Bell Tower.
She’s waiting for me, a dozen candles lit all around, the pillows neatly stacked. She’s dressed simply in a t-shirt, sneakers, and skirt, her hair pulled up in a loose ponytail, the spattered freckles on her cheeks already darkening from the spring sunshine.
She’s never looked more beautiful.
