[Trinity's POV]
"Wait."
Both Dorothy and I skidded to a stop at Cruz's voice.
Great. Now what.
"Is there something you want?" I asked with a smile.
Cruz looked at me for a second.
I could understand why Dorothy risked everything talking to a hunter. His eyes were hypnotizing, and its certainty drew you in.
"Your hair," he said and added, "It's white."
"And?" I chuckled, but my back was starting to sweat.
He then locked his gaze with Dorothy. "And her hair is red."
I stifled a laugh. He sure knew how to talk to women. Mind the sarcasm. "Are you interested in hair color now, Mr. Cruz? If you want, I can recommend you to one of the best dyes I used for my hair."
". . ." Instead of feeling embarrassed at the mockery of my tone, his lips stretched in a concerning grin. "You know about the incident of Earl Roselake?"
"I heard of it, yes. It's one of the most talks nowadays."
