SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
My face must be a complete mess right now. Shock has my jaw hanging wide enough to catch flies—every emotion hits me at once: laughter warring with rage, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.
"Holy shit—are you serious right now, Angelo—I mean Dallius?!"
"Do I look like I'm joking?" He shoves his hands in his pockets, his gaze heavy as it drops to mine.
I furrow my brow so hard it aches. "What if I shave your head bald, huh?!" My threat comes out sharp, but anger already burns hot in my veins, flooding every nerve ending.
He doesn't even flinch. Instead, a smirk tugs at his lips before he speaks.
"That's okay. Hair grows back—my face doesn't change. You'd still be drooling over me either way, Sasha."
