Acting on Karma's Behalf (3)

Clambering onto his feet, Marcus looked down at his shirt. Now it was ripped with many holes from the flames, his face covered in soot and what felt like the beginning of burned skin on one side of his face. Before he moved on, he patted his head in panic and sighed in relief, his luscious locks still fell to his shoulders, and there were no bald patches. A burnt face could heal in a few days after the wolfsbane was out of his system, but his hair would take at least two weeks to return to normal.

He wasn't about that bald head life. Not that it mattered right now.