“Never once did I claim to know what I’m doing.” My stomach rose. “But you said—” “What I said is that I helped a paramour dye her hair, but that was only to piss off Cosette. What I actually did was watch a paramour dye her hair, while feeding her strawberries. Naked.” “If you fuck this up, I will skin you alive and wear your hide as a cape.” He arched a brow, lifting the bottles to examine their labels. “Noted.” Honestly, if a naked paramour didn’t start feeding me strawberries soon, I’d burn the world down.
