Chapter 10
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Tristian’s cowardice made Kayla feel nothing but contempt. She couldn’t help but mock herself that she actually ended up ruined in her past life for this pathetic coward.
A scornful laugh escaped her lips as she asked, “A joke? I don’t find it funny at all.”
The smile vanished from Kayla’s face, replaced by a chill. The cold in her voice was the kind that seeped into your bones, like a bitter winter wind that refused to let up.
Tristian swallowed hard, pushing down the rage and humiliation swelling inside him. He managed a weak smile, asking, “W–What do you want?”
Kayla’s eyes sparkled with delight, like a cat toying with a trapped mouse, savoring every second.
“Didn’t you just say people should face consequences when they screw up?” she said in a sweet tone. “Well, I’m not gonna make you apologize to me.”
Tristian felt a wave of relief wash over him. He thought, ‘Knew it. Kayla’s always been timid. She’s just acting tough now. There’s no way she’d actually go through with anything!
But then Kayla’s next words dropped like ice water down his spine. “Your hair looked nice too. How about I cut it and keep it as a souvenir?”
Tristian’s eyes went wide, panic flaring. “N–No way. Kayla, don’t you dare.”
But before he could say another word, the cold bite of the scissors snipped across the top of his head. Strands of perfectly styled hair tumbled onto his shoulders, then to the floor.
Kayla snipped away without a care, her tone light and teasing. “Better stay real still, Tris. These blades don’t have eyes. We both don’t want any accidents, right?”
As if on cue, the scissors slipped just enough to nick his scalp.
Blood welled up immediately, sliding down his forehead, dripping off his nose. Tristian gasped, breath catching in his throat.
The pain lit up across his skull, sharp and raw, but he didn’t dare scream. He held perfectly still, even as sweat poured down his face. He was terrified that one more slip, and Kayla might cut him again, or worse.
Tristian never expected that Kayla would actually go through with it. He never expected she’d lose it like this.
But the sight of blood didn’t faze Kayla in the slightest. On the contrary, it seemed to spark something inside her.
She mused, “That’s why he did it to me in my last life. No matter how I begged, he still shaved my head without hesitation.
‘It turns out watching someone suffer and bleed, holding their life in my hands, is intoxicating. Knowing he hates me, but there’s nothing he can do, I feels so damn good!
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Chapter 10
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With that thought, Kayla’s movements grew faster. She slashed away at his once–pristine hair, not even pretending to be careful anymore.
Tristian’s hair flew everywhere. The scissors tore through unevenly, leaving jagged patches. And with every stroke, fresh cuts bloomed across Tristian’s scalp.
“Kay, Kay, stop. Please stop,” Tristian begged, his voice cracking with desperation. “You can’t do this.”
He grasped at anything he could think of, clutching onto the last shred of connection between them. “We’re siblings, Kay. You’re my sister. Let me go. I promise I won’t hold this against you.”
Kayla’s eyes narrowed, and she let out a cold and hollow laugh as she thought, ‘You won’t hold it against me? That’s rich. I didn’t want to hold anything against you earlier either, but you started this.
‘And now you expect me to let it go just because you say so? Do you think your words matter to me?’
Kayla didn’t slow down a beat. If anything, her hands moved faster, more aggressive, fueled by a decade of betrayal.
“When you were ready to punish me over a complete outsider, you didn’t seem to care we were siblings,” she said in an icy voice.
In her past life, she’d clung to that bond–believing blood meant something, and believing he’d protect her. And time after time, he used that trust against her.
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