Bab 89: Saved

[Trinity's POV]

"Wait."

Both Dorothy and I skidded to a stop at Cruz's voice.

Great. Now what.

"Is there something you want?" I asked with a smile.

Cruz looked at me for a second. 

I could understand why Dorothy risked everything talking to a hunter. His eyes were hypnotizing, and its certainty drew you in.

"Your hair," he said and added, "It's white."

"And?" I chuckled, but my back was starting to sweat.

He then locked his gaze with Dorothy. "And her hair is red."

I stifled a laugh. He sure knew how to talk to women. Mind the sarcasm. "Are you interested in hair color now, Mr. Cruz? If you want, I can recommend you to one of the best dyes I used for my hair."

". . ." Instead of feeling embarrassed at the mockery of my tone, his lips stretched in a concerning grin. "You know about the incident of Earl Roselake?"

"I heard of it, yes. It's one of the most talks nowadays."