“What’s wrong with proving my loyalty to you?” Lance asks. “Are you afraid?”
His face looks chilly. He leans in threateningly and stares deep into her eyes. She stares back at him, too nervous to even blink.
“Answer me, are you afraid?” he demands.
“Yes, I am,” Andrea says.
She’s not afraid of cheating on him—she knows there’s no one else she wants. But she is afraid of dying. I find it hard to believe that the story about the poison tattoo is true—it sounds like an ancient legend to me, she thinks. But Lance is superstitious and he believes these things. I’m probably going to die in six months. If he has the tattoo, he’ll never be able to make love to another woman. He won’t be able to remarry or have more kids—he’ll be alone for the rest of his life.
“Afraid it’ll be impossible to s
