Sorsha's P.O.V.
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"Wow, your hair's looking gorgeous, queen," Liv said as we threw my bag into the bed of the truck.
I gave her an incredulous look.
"What? It does! I did a good job."
"I can't believe you're taking notice of my hair at a time like this."
"Hey, just because you're nervous doesn't mean I am."
"You should be."
"I know," Liv mumbled. "I think I might have serious problems."
I rolled my eyes at her as we opened the truck doors.
It's the middle of the night now and everyone should be asleep. Liv and I packed and waited for the right time. Now she's got something open under the steering wheel, messing with wires like it's her job. It was really bada.ss, I'm not going to lie.
"Anyone ever tell you how hot you are when you're being a deli
