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Really? " Don't bother with that, little princess. We wouldn't want you to break a nail trying," Dean teased me. " Bad choice, man,' Theo shook his head in the negative. A smile appeared on my lips as that thirst for victory began to grow inside me. " So, Campbell, what do you say? " Christian winked at me. " I'm going to braid your hair, Rose,” Sky took the initiative. The girls seemed confused by what was going on, Sky worked quickly on my hair while I got rid of my earrings and the body necklace that could get in the way of kicking those assholes' asses.

“Gladiole, start on her makeup. Buttercup, start unbuttoning the dresses, and laying out the crowns. You still can’t wear earrings. I promised Mother not until you are seventeen.” They barely grumble as they start getting everything ready. I scrape my comb through her hair, gathering it in three sections. I pulled her hair taut, and twisted the strands together, forming a long braid that I proceeded to pin around her head. I planned on doing all of the triplet’s hair the same way, crowning them with a braid.

I brushed the fur from my teeth. Combing my hair was a little harder. If I had something to pull my hair back with, the bald spot most likely wouldn't show. No such luck and it would probably cause a more severe headache than I already suffered. My sudden sense of vanity needed to take a flying leap into the cold dark pit it had come from. I pulled an old familiar t-shirt from the bag and gently brought it over my head. Panties and shorts next. This was the best I could do. There was a bra in the bag but I needed more sleep and hated wearing a bra to bed. Concussions weren't for sissies. I opened the door and found Brack sitting at the table with his head propped on his hand.

My silver ponytail was held back by a matching purple headband, and my dragon-hide combat boots were a pristine, blinding white. “You’re really leaning into the ‘I don’t care’ aesthetic today, aren’t you?” Elara asked, gesturing to my headband while she aggressively buttered a piece of toast. “Most people are wearing dragon-hide and chainmail, and you look like you’re ready for a light jog through a meadow.”

I say coyly. “Whatever would make you think that, darling butterfly?” she asks back sarcastically. “It’s just a beautiful clear day and we have several hours of fresh air to grab on the drive.” “Fine.” I say, as I grab two baseball hats and two hair ties from the shelf. We braid our hair giggling nonsense at one another and put on our caps. I look in the back of the jeep and see there is a locked weapons container in the back. As the Luna and Alpha Heir, we must always be armed when we leave pack grounds.

"It is joy in physical form. You cannot be sad when you are covered in sparkles. Science fact." Her eyes drop then, landing briefly on my knee brace. She does not flinch. She does not do the thing people do where their expression softens into that particular brand of careful sympathy I have been receiving for three months. Instead she tilts her head. "Okay, real talk. That brace. Please tell me the story involves something at least mildly dramatic. A bear. A runaway shopping cart. Anything." "I fell," I say. Flat. Simple. The most boring version of the truth I can offer.

They both nod to me and head straight for their usual booth as Bree tugs me out to the back. Changing in the cubicle, I pull on the tights and I am so grateful that they hide the scars. I fasten a belt around my waist over the black shirt and check that everything is hidden. It was the best I could do. Heading out, I slip in with the other girls and Bree smiles at me. “You look fine. I can’t see anything.” “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I had never heard Vita shout before. Her fingers wrap around my wrist and she pulls me away from the other girls. “You are not wearing that!”

and one sticker that just said “WOW.” Rose stepped closer, holding it carefully. “Put it on.” Brielle’s eyes stung a little. “Right now?” “Right now,” Lily insisted. Emma whispered to Mason, “If she puts that on, it’s never coming off.” Mason whispered back, “It’s basically permanent.” Jaxon’s smile softened as he watched Brielle. “Do it,” he mouthed. Brielle took the crown with both hands and gently placed it on her head. The twins erupted like she’d just won a championship.

Beth put a crown that is like of those to princesses on Henry’s head to complete his get up. “What the…….” Henry nearly gets out of balance when he put his weight on the side wearing a 2-inch stiletto heel when Deandra pulls the other. “Watch your words, young man.” Deandra said as she puts the other pair on the next foot. Henry seems to realize what is on his feet so he takes a deep breath. He tries to get himself used to the footwear. “Okay everyone is ready.” Deandra said. “What I need some photos.” I said as I take their photos while they still have their eyes close.

she murmurs, low enough that Tessa can’t hear. My throat tightens. “I won’t.” Tessa barrels in and hugs Briar like she’s trying to transfer courage through ribs. Briar stiffens, then, after a beat, reluctantly wraps an arm around her. “Okay,” Briar grumbles. “That’s enough. You’re crushing organs.” Tessa pulls back, beaming. “Worth it.” The guard clears his throat, ready to escort. Briar adjusts her strap, squares her shoulders, and points a finger at both of us like she’s issuing orders from a throne she never wanted.