I round on Sin. But then I see his hair . . . or what’s left of it. A startled laugh is pulled from my lips as I process that Sin’s glorious silken blond locks have been scorched away with fire. Half of his hair remains untouched, while the rest is a patchy, singed mess. “You find something funny?” Sin snaps. A laugh rumbles within Avalanche’s belly. “Your hair.” Ice cranes his head to stare. “Huh, didn’t see that. I was on the other side.” He snorts. “You look fucking ridiculous.” Sin scowls. It must be hard for the beautiful man to be a little less beautiful.
