I looked up, glaring. “Are you serious? Cammie deserves more than th—” I messed up. Bad. Terribly. The second I looked up, recognition flared over his face and he took a step backwards. “Holy fuck! Dusty?” He was looking me up and down, taking in my blue hair. Shock was soon replaced with concern. His eyebrows pulled together, and his face softened. “You’ve lost weight.” Shit. Shit. Shit!
