“Hair.” Margot snapped her fingers and pointed to the vanity, standing behind me as I took a seat at the bench. I hesitated to give her the comb. In her hands, it was a weapon she wielded often. My scalp would ache for hours after she finished with the torture. “You don’t need to do this. I can manage. I’m sure Mae needs you more.” “She’s…occupied.” Occupied. Meaning she was with the captain of the guard for their afternoon romp.
Omg her mom knows!!
