I was glad Holly left it at that, because the last thing I wanted was to unpack my life story for a stranger. Her hands working through my hair were surprisingly soothing, right up until the moment I saw exactly how much she planned to cut. She had sectioned my hair with ties on both sides, and I winced as she snipped off at least ten inches in one clean motion.
Holly spent the next hour cutting and styling, and I kept my eyes on her the entire time, only glancing over at Molly occasionally when she said something worth responding to. The conversation stayed easy and light until it steered into mate territory.
"Do you have a mate, Nova?" Holly asked casually as she worked some kind of oil through my hair.
