‘I was going to get a tattoo.’
‘Oh,thereit is.Tell me more.’
‘You’d be in so much trouble if I got one.’
‘I really would,’ he chuckles, palm covering where the needle penetrates, stealing his lifeblood for unknown reasons and pooling it greedily into a bag.‘What kind?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Nah, you definitely know.’
‘Well, the tattoo would be enough to get you in trouble so it wouldn’t matter what it was.I always wanted to get s-something like… the moon, I don’t know.’
‘The moon?’
‘When I was little, I used to dream that I had a…’ Jules frowns self-consciously, glances at the medics.‘I just really liked the moon.’
‘Crescent or full?’
‘Crescent.’
‘How big?’
‘Only small.’
‘I think you’d really suit a little moon.’
‘Yeah, but you’d be punished for it.’
‘I mean, don’t let that stop you.I’m tough.’
‘Are you?’Jules blinks softly.‘I didn’t notice.’
‘What else?’
‘Just that.’
‘You must have other ideas.’
‘I’m saving them.’
Lachlan chuckles.‘Good boy.’
Jules can’t catch the sound in time.
A swift, involuntary breath breaks loose into a feathery gasp.
Lachlan clears his throat to cover it.‘Doing well.’
‘What about you?’
‘Me?’
‘What plans do you have to keep me in line?’
‘None.I like adapting to your chaos.’
‘My chaos?’
