POV: Daniella
The Fancy Pants Club Chateau
(Present)
"You're...him?!"
Was my first expression when I saw the tattoo on Erik's neck; the tattoo and its details that had lodged in my brain since the incident a year ago. This was the only evidence, or shall I say, remembrance I had after my encounter with my nameless man.
But now, as I stared straight into the black spade and red spears, there was no denying the fact that they are one and the same.
If only my vision wasn't a blur that time, I would have known Erik was him by first glance, but it was and my loss of blood complications that time added to the problem that's why my memory of his face came out fuzzy.
With mouth agape, I stared at Erik who had a growing smile on his lips — a smile that I would consider to be a proud one.
