“What part of 'I hate you' do you not get? You cut off my hair, Seth. And you knew what it meant to me when you did it.” For a moment I was back there at Seth’s feet, my hair clamped in his hand and my heart crumbling apart. He nodded, his jaw tightening as he lifted his head. His eyes were as sharp as knives as they landed on me. “You don't know what it's like being one of us. I mean you really have no idea. A handful of hair is nothing for the sake of my throne, Darcy. Losing it would be the end of me.” “But you didn't just take my hair, you made me believe you liked me.”
