His Wicked Sins by Silver Eve

Author:Silver, Eve [Silver, Eve]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Paranormal Romance - Vampires
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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He hummed as he worked, running his fingers through Sarah's long blond hair.

Yesterday, he had made a liniment: an ounce of vinegar, an ounce of powdered

stavesacre, a half ounce each of honey and sulfur, and two ounces of oil, all in a mix. He

had rubbed the treatment along her scalp and the roots of her hair, taking care to work it in

well.

His mother had used this recipe. Repeated it again and again to rid the hair of vermin.

She had sworn that he and his brother were crawling with vermin. He had never seen a

one. Not on his own head and not on his brother's. But he'd quickly learned not to gainsay

her when she was in a mood, or she would beat them both until they were bruised and

bloody.

Once, she had said he might not see them, but they were there, crawling on him, in his

hair, in his ears.

More than once, in a frenzy, she had scraped his scalp with a dry blade, her movements

jerky and unsure. She had drawn blood, and then the knife grew slick and red, while he

and his brother sobbed and pleaded.

He shuddered at the memory.

Again, he ran his fingers through Sarah's hair. Shiny and glossy from the oil. He wanted

it soft and pretty.

With a frown, he wondered if the liniment had done its work yet, if the vermin were

destroyed. He could not recall the length of time required. It had been so long ago.

His frown deepened.

Surely a full day was long enough. Leaning close, he peered at her hair. He saw no

vermin, no nits, no crawling things.

Bright gold. So pretty. Her hair was almost perfect.

He raised his head, stared out the window. His preference ran to lush curls, thick, coiled

ringlets that gleamed like moonlight.

Sarah's hair was a shade too dark, and the curl was missing. Nonetheless, she would do.

She would most certainly do.

Lifting the pitcher, he turned his attention back to his task and poured water into the

basin before him, immersing all that lovely hair. The water was cool on his hands. He

closed his eyes, ran the strands through his fingers, worked a lather with a cake of soap,

allowing himself to savor the tactile pleasure.

After a time, he opened his eyes, set the soap aside, rinsed her hair, once, twice. He

wanted no residue to dull the color.

With a smile, he added a splash of vinegar. The pungent scent wafted up to tickle his

nose. His mother had always said that a splash of vinegar brought out the fairest lights of

her hair.

He wanted that for Sarah, wanted to draw out the fairest lights.

When he was done, he squeezed out the water and stared at the long tresses. Wet as it

was, Sarah's hair looked dark, almost brown. Dry, it would be soft gold once more.

He sighed. He did regret the lack of curl. Her hair was so straight, he wondered how it

had ever held a pin.

With a final twist, he wrung out the last drops of water, wrapped the length in a large

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square of linen, and pressed until the cloth dampened.

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