“No, you’re not afraid of me because I’m not stupid. I know you’re an omega, so I’m not projecting violence like the idiots you’ve met so far. I’ve let you in, so you already know there’s nothing in me you need to fear. Some vampires don’t believe in omegas. They will try to hurt you when they believe no one is looking, albeit Ryker will go unholy on their asses. Idiots. See, some vamps believe they are above needing any comfort or help. Thus, they view omegas as an insult. They’re so wrapped up in themselves they cannot see they’re already lost. You might save them. If not, Snow and I will put them out of their misery. Vampires like that are not long from losing control and draining every human they see instead of only taking what they need when they feed. Selfish bastards. But enough of that for now, let’s give your hair some desperately needed love,” Tyger chuckled.
When I would have protested, he kissed my forehead, and I grumbled under my breath to his amusement. Humming, the man ran my hair through his fingers to check the ends, and I sighed. Quirking his brow, he waited, but I only shrugged, and he chuckled. Yeah, I cut my hair with school scissors. I would not waste money that could go towards tuition, food, or clothes on something I could do myself. So what if it’s a hack job?
Instead of turning the chair around, he moved behind it and smoothed my hair while I chewed my bottom lip. “I will only even out your uh ends and get rid of the few that split on you. Dare I ask how much you chopped off?” Tyger asked with laughter shaking his voice.
“About a guy inch,” I shrugged, and, after a moment, he gently tugged on a few strands of my hair until I leaned my head back to look at him. Quirking his brow, he waited for an explanation, and I shrugged. “What? Just because I haven’t gotten jiggy doesn’t mean I don’t read or hear about stuff. Guys don’t understand inches, so I cut off a guy’s inch worth of hair. It’s pretty self-explanatory,” I scoffed. He tried hard not to burst out laughing before indicating himself. “If you don’t know, I can’t help you. It goes against the code.” I didn’t know why I felt comfortable enough to be so sarcastic and sassy with him, but I liked it. Usually, I kept these sorts of thoughts to myself.
Laughing, Tyger nodded and ruffled my hair again, which I protested. When he hummed a haunting tune, I closed my eyes to hear it better. I felt Tyger messing with my hair, but couldn’t bring myself to look. Only once he gently tugged on my hair again did I open my eyes. I glanced at my hair to see he hadn’t lied, and I smiled with relief. Shaking his head, Tyger tapped my back between my shoulders, and I stood after sticking my tongue out at him. Laughing, he tilted his head to indicate I should follow him so, after shrugging, I did. It wasn’t like I wanted to stay in this room by myself, still only wrapped in a towel.
The next room we entered was full of clothes, and I turned around in a circle to stare at them with shock. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many clothes in my life, and I’ve worked in a few clothing stores. When I found Tyger, he was busy digging through a drawer, straightening after a moment with a satisfied smile. I feared that wasn’t good. For me. I backed away, hoping he wouldn’t notice. After rounding a corner, I turned around only to find Tyger standing in front of me with a quirked brow. Dammit. With a wicked grin, he shook out the bundle in his hands, and I took a step back. Oh, hell no.
“Oh, hell yes,” Tyger laughed, grabbing my arm before I could run. Help! A few minutes later, I smoothed the fabric for the fifteenth time while wondering why I was left in the care of an insane shifter. Sighing, I obediently pulled on the boots he placed in front of me, having already learned he wasn’t shy in the least and would dress me himself if he must. About the time he tugged my towel, I realized he was serious and agreed to wear whatever he wanted if he gave me privacy. So, now I wore a black long-sleeved dress with a corset top that left my shoulders and neck bare. It was very vampire-esque. The skirt was pleated and a high-low, which I liked. The back of it reached my ankles while the front brushed my knees. I raised my brow when the black leather boots Tyger gave me ended above my knees. Eh? I guess I said whatever so long as he gave me privacy, but still. At least they didn’t have a heel, since I’d either break it or my neck.
“You wear black well,” Tyger praised, and I glared at him. “Okay, for that, you get to wear eyeliner too.” My eyes widened, and I tried to run, but a cackling Tyger caught me around my middle with one arm and effortlessly picked me up. Bastard. So, now he’s twisted two strands of hair on either side of my head and clipped them together at the back, and he gleefully lined my eyes with black. I almost sarcastically asked if he had any black lipstick lying around but bit my tongue because he probably did. I felt like a doll.
“You are my doll,” Tyger agreed, and I turned my head to look at him, my cheeks heating. “And, yes, I happen to have black lipstick lying around, but, meh, I don’t think it will suit you.” Oh great, the insane shifter is in my head. Lovely. I hope
