Davorin whirled swiftly. Before Lira could react, his long fingers lifted her hair, his pointed teeth suddenly very close to her neck. Sucking in a breath, Lira jerked away from him, but his hand fisted in her hair so it tugged painfully. “All right!” She stopped struggling, doing her best to glare at him through her curls. “Yes, it’s Lira. I told you that before, didn’t I?” Soft breath tickled her ear. “Just making sure you can hear me beneath these tangles. When was the last time you brushed your hair?” He didn’t let go.
