His hand shot out, too quickly for me to dodge, and ran through my hair. The angry red that I saw melted to black and white as I realized my bun must have come loose when I’d fallen. The rage pumping through my veins turned ice cold as Jax’s gaze—always so calculated—flashed so many emotions in a second, I couldn’t read even one. Jax whispered so softly that I barely heard it, “Your hair, Peaches, what happened to your beautiful hair?”
