Clorinde returned to the pack and walked straight to her apartment, slamming the door behind her. She was still seething with frustration. Dropping her bag carelessly on the floor, she sat down in front of her mirror and picked up a comb, beginning to brush her hair, trying to calm herself down.
But as she brushed the middle part of her hair, she caught sight of the bald spot Ivan had given her. It was glaring back at her in the reflection, mocking her.
She stopped brushing, and her eyes locked onto the bald spot. Her grip tightened around the comb, with her veins almost visible.
Taking deep breaths, she tried to hold back the tears that were starting to form in her eyes, but she couldn't. Tears had already started streaming down her cheeks before she knew it. "Ivan," she muttered through clenched teeth.
