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“What?!” Layla stared at Zayne like he had grown an extra pair of eyes. That would have been far less strange than what he had said.

He wanted to help her comb her hair? What in the great wild world was going on? Was she hallucinating? Did she accidentally slip while she was walking back to her bed and knock her head on the side?

“Why?” She asked the question banging in her brain. Why? For what reason? Wasn’t her hair seen as cursed or something? Why would he even think of touching it?

“Because you’re wasting my time. I don’t have eternity to wait for you.” He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue.

“Can you even comb a girl’s hair?” She moved to the other edge of the bed, farther away from him.

“Would I have asked you if I couldn’t?” He rolled his eyes again, and in a second, he was right behind her.

“W-what…? How?” Layla blinked, her gaze flickering from where he was to where he once stood. How did he move that fast?

“Are you going to stay still, or are we going to keep on this cat