Final Chapter
More Than Skin Deep
I found the sketch by accident.
It was tucked under a pile of tattoo stencils in Silas’s studio drawer. Faded pencil lines. Shaded curves. Charcoal smudges at the edges.
But I would’ve recognized the subject anywhere.
Me.
Completely bare.
Lying on his sheets.
Eyes closed.
Lips parted.
Captured in one of the first moments we were ever together.
My breath caught in my throat.
He hadn’t shown it to me. Hadn’t even mentioned it. But he’d drawn me with such detail—such devotion—that I felt my knees go weak just staring at it.
I didn’t even hear him come in.
“Looking through my stuff, little thief?”
I turned slowly, blushing, the sketch still in my hands. “You drew me.”
His expression softened, but only slightly. “Of course I did.”
“You never s
