"We'll work on it." Jack promised. "Don't you want to at least have a day where you don't have to worry about it and pamper yourself? We don't even have to go anywhere. You have me dye your hair all the time."
Inside, he was giggling. Inside, he was plotting. Inside, he was absolutely seething with glee and enjoying every minute of the farce. He had Dinah in his grip now - literally - and she was just trudging along with him. He could have kissed her. But of course, that would have given away the game.
"I wonder if that means the other you is gone forever." Jack pouted. "Or do you think there's two of you?"
Two. Two pretty birds. He could lock them in a cage and make them sing for him.
Or not sing, given what her voice could do. He wondered if they would survive with their voiceboxes cut out.