GABRIELLE’S POV
I folded my arms across my chest. “There’s no way in hell I’m going in there, Damon.”
He tilted his head, studying me from the doorway of the tattoo shop. “This is just one out of the many things I want to do with you. You wanted to live, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did,” I answered. “But I didn’t know your idea of living involved getting a tattoo.”
He exhaled and reached out to cup my cheeks. “It’s not. This is just the beginning. What exactly are you scared of, Gabrielle?”
His question caught me off guard. My mouth parted to respond but nothing came out. His palm was warm against my cheeks but his eyes were cold.
“You don’t have to get inked immediately,” he said after I didn’t respond. “You can watch me get one. Or are you scared?”
I frowned. “Of course, I’m not.”
“Goo
