I smiled at Kori, although I suspected it fell something short of charming. The other day, her brows had been…well. Normal, I thought. Today, they were intersected with bare patches, like she’d decided to either wax or shave parts of the brows, but not others. And instead of pink and blue in her hair, it was green and orange. She really, really made my eyes hurt. “Hi, Kori.” She just grunted and then looked past me. “I guess I have to let your boy in, too.” “He’s not mine,” I said, trying not to think about the way his hand rested on the small of my back. Trying not to think about the way he’d had his tongue halfway down my throat earlier. “He’s not, huh?” Kori started to laugh. “Anybody told him that? Or you, for that matter?” She stepped aside and gestured down the hall. “Healing hall down at the end, through the mirror, on your right.”
