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I’d been in Vevol for well over a year and a half, yet I still hadn’t figured that shit out.
Maybe I never would.
At least I had paint.
But anyway, my body wasn’t art. Not the way Priel’s was. I wasn’t nice to look at; I could imagine his potential cringe vividly assuming he saw the patch of bleeding, bruised-looking skin, and tugged my sleeve down further.
He walked up to me and plucked the tattoo gun from my hand. The tip of it caught on fire, and my blood burned off of it quickly before he set the tool back down on the table, exactly where I had picked it up from. “What are you doing?
“I was trying to give myself a tattoo. Couldn’t figure out how that thing worked.” I tossed a hand toward the tool. “On Earth, they have motors.”
At least, I thought they did. I didn’t know anything about them, honestly.
“Giving a tattoo requires altering a person’s magic. You don’t break the skin with that,” he grumbled at me, grabbing my hand.
His sudden grip surprised me. It took me a minute to process the warm, comforting feel of his skin on mine.
Before I recovered enough to tug my hand away, he peeled my sleeve up my arm.
And then stared down at my patch of skin—and the already-healing cut—for way too long.
I tried to tug my hand from his grip again, but it tightened around my wrist.
“What is this?” He finally looked up at me.
“Don’t worry about it,” I snarled.
He still wouldn’t let go, so I shoved my knee up toward his crotch. The bastard caught it deftly, and I swore when he held me by the arm and knee both.
“Where and when did you get this?” Priel’s eyes were fiery, as always. The color wasn’t always so bright and intense, but fire blossomed within the orbs whenever he got all riled up, and I seemed to rile him up almost constantly.
“Let go of me,” I shot back.
He released my knee, but stepped closer to me, his eyes dipping back to my forearm. “I need an answer, North. This kind of marking is something we call Vevol’s Brand. She only brands those who can tap into her magic on a deep, dangerous level.” Hefinallylet go of my arm and stepped back.
My eyes flew open wide when he stripped his shorts off, turning his back to me and flashing a gorgeous, tight, tattooed ass in my direction.
Shit.
Holy shit.
His finger pointed to the back of one of his thighs, and my eyes finally unglued from his butt long enough to see what he was pointing to.
A large, purplish-black bruise-burn that he hadn’t touched with any ink. It had become a part of his body’s artwork, blending in with everything else, but I had seen enough of them to know it was the same as mine.
AVevol’s Brand.
“I caught fire shortly after I figured out how to break through the veil between our worlds to bring women through to Vevol, and this appeared,” he said, his voice low as he looked at me intensely over his shoulder, studying me. “When did yours appear?”
Oh, shit.
He thought I only had the one brand.
Honesty would probably be best, but if those things were supposed to be rare, then I couldn’t just tell him I had dozens.
“A few weeks after I was brought here.” I tugged my sleeve back down my arm, ignoring the awful feeling of the damp, bloody fabric dragging over my skin.
His eyes narrowed. “Before or after the last time I brought you supplies?”
