Chapter 706: What the Scalp Revealed
Olga did not speak immediately.
Her hands remained still, her fingers still damp from where she had touched Sophia's hair. The snow continued to fall around them, soft and steady, dusting Olga's dark braids and the cream-colored feather swaying from her ear.
"What is wrong?" Orion asked her. "Why do you look so worried?"
Olga exhaled slowly, her breath fogging in the cold air.
"I do not understand," she said.
Orion's brow furrowed. "What do you not understand?"
Olga gestured toward Sophia.
"Normally, when a person's hair is dyed—especially if it has been done for a long time and not continuously—it is supposed to show at the roots. There will be discoloration. A line, perhaps, or a difference in texture where the natural color attempts to grow back."
She paused, her frown deepening.
"But for her, there is nothing like that. Nothing at all."
Sophia's hand moved instinctively toward her hair, then stopped.
