"What's so interesting about gray hairs? They're just hairs that are gray. Can't you just imagine it in your mind?" Avery's answer left Cole speechless.

"Why do I feel like you're messing with me on purpose?" Cole mumbled.

"I'm not complaining about your oily hair, but you're saying I'm messing with you? If I really wanted to mess with you, I could just get your uncle to do it. He won't just pull your hair out. He'll pull your whole head off instead."

The color drained from Cole's face as terror took over. "Didn't you say that my uncle isn't as heartless as I'd thought?"

"That's right. Otherwise, how would you still be alive? If you weren't his nephew, you'd be dead a long time ago," Avery said. "I'm leaving after I finish my coffee."

Cole was stunned for a moment, then said, "Didn't you ask me out to talk? What did you want to talk about?"

"We already finished talking!" Avery took a sip of coffee, then looked up at him. "I just wanted to know how you were doing. Now that I know