Chapter 65

• “Oh my goodness. You look so pretty with black hair, Luna,” Yasmin gushes for the tenth time. “It makes your green eyes pop even more.”
• “It’s itchy,” I grumble, scratching at the back of my head. “Why do you even have this sort of thing?”
• Yasmin shrugs, pulling the hood of her shawl over her head as we pass a couple of guards on the road to town. “When you are in that line of work, wigs are sometimes needed. Men have different preferences,” she blushes.