LXXXV

A warm, large hand enclosed hers, gently removing her touch from his face, Kieran admonished, "You are neglecting your guest, little one." Breathing, blinking out of her trance, Lyla took a step back as the male pressed some small scissors into her hand. "I have given her permission to cut your hair, should you wish it."

Looking down at the little instrument, Lyla teased Milana. "I don't trust her with these. Everything will come out cockeyed."

From across the room, the woman blurted, "How hard could it be?"

Lyla smirked, thinking of Milana's godawful attempt ten years prior. "That's what you said last time, and may I remind you, those terrible bangs took over two years to grow out."