37: More White Hair

Layla’s POV

I’d continued having bizarre flashes where my hair suddenly turned white or a few strands of white hair appeared in the midst of my golden locks. After the last huge scare I’d had when my hair and eyes had transformed briefly, I was more curious than bewildered whenever any odd appearances followed.

My newfound ability to be somewhat unbothered by my random transformations was owing to two reasons; if I freaked out and passed out each time I noticed it, I’d send Nadia to her early grave with worry, and if I continued to allow fear to be the foremost emotion I felt whenever I saw it I’d never get to the bottom of why it kept recurring.

Even now, I’d planted myself before my dressing mirror and I was leaning so far into it that I could’ve gotten trapped in the mirror if it was one of those magical ones. I was now genuinely curious about why my hair and eye colors were twitching and it’d happened a number of times as I peered into the mirror.

It was always a brief change that