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There was no color except for the black ink, the color of the pen he'd used to draw it up with. It strongly reminded me of the ink drawings Quinton and Tyson had given me of the Tarot cards. It was beautiful.
A sliver of a moon that looked like it was dripping, maybe even bleeding, possibly weeping. There were tiny little stars in the distance. It was simple, yes, but the detail that had been drawn into the moon was what made it beautiful.
I loved it.
"I thought we'd start off with something simple for your first tattoo," Rain explained in a quiet voice. He cleared his throat again. "And... there's also something else, something I want to show you."
Rain pulled up the sleeve of his long, black thermal. He flipped his right arm up, baring the inside of his wrist up to me.
"What?" I inquired in confusion. "What is this?"
"This was my first tattoo," Rain said in a thick voice. "It's the one my father gave me when I was a young boy. He got the same one when he was little. My daughter would have received the same thing had she not been taken from me. Mine has had blood magic mixed with ink tattooed into it for years now. It allows me to see auras and things other people cannot see. If you want, when your tattoo has healed and you're ready for it, I will mix the blood magic in with your tattoo as well for you. That will also allow you to see auras and other things. That is... if you want the tattoo."
My eyes stung with tears and I couldn't stop them when they leaked out of the corners of my eyes. I wasn't embarrassed or ashamed to be crying in front of this man. Instead, my heart was breaking in the best kind of way.
"Can we do it now?" I choked out. "I want to do it now. I don't want to go another day without it. That belongs on me just as much as it belongs on you."
A tear escaped out the corner of my father's eye, trailing slowly down his tanned cheek. He raised a hand to my face and, unlike every other male I knew in my life, he ran the backs of his knuckles down my cheek, the unscarred side.
"It would be my honor," he whispered fiercely.
And, in the next blink of an eye, he turned away from me and was gone.
I stood there in confusion, staring toward the empty doorway, crying uselessly.
Someone touched my shoulder, making me jerk, and I turned to glare at them. Simon stood there looking at me with soft wonder on his face.
"You really were lost to him, weren't you?" he murmured in a soft, gentle voice.
I looked up at him with tears pouring down my cheeks and said the most honest thing I had said in all my life. "Not lost to him. Stolen."
That sent off a whole new round of tears, and, this time, they weren't happy ones.
They were filled with heartbreak and sorrow.
Not just for me, but for Rain as well.
Chapter Thirty
Iexcused myself and ran to the downstairs bathroom in the hallway beside Quinton's office. I needed to shut myself away behind a closed, locked door and put myself back together again before I faced the brothers who'd seen me in such a vulnerable state and crying my eyes out.
Hell, I didn't even think I would be comfortable with all my guys seeing me in such a state. I was a hot mess. Less on the hot side and more so on the mess part.
My hands shook as I turned on the sink faucet. Cold water poured out and I shoved my shaking hands underneath the spray. The freezing cold was a shock to my system that served well to drag me out of my sorrow.
I blinked and the tears stopped as if I had willed them to do so.
I turned off the faucet and slapped my cold, wet hands across my cheeks. The slaps stung, but I was so numb it barely even registered, and the part that did made the pain almost pleasant.
God, I was so fucked up that pain didn't hurt, but ended up feeling oddly good to me.
What was the matter with me? Would I always be this way and would it later affect my everyday life?
I didn't want to think about it.
I gripped my hands on the edge of the sink and stared down at the floor, trying to get my shit together so I could go out there and face my father without breaking down and crying in front of him again.
A light knock sounded on the door and I cursed under my breath as I let go of the sink and took a shuddering breath.
