Chapter Fifteen
Quinn pulled away from Gideon. “Stop grabbing me.” She got a proper look at him. “You’ve shaved.” She could see why the human who’d helped him had been interested.
He ignored her comment. “I need to talk to you.” He glanced around. “Alone.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I have to get a tattoo if I want to work here long term.”
“What for?”
“Decoration. That’s what Darci’s wings are. A tattoo with Fae magic in the ink. When they’re not on display, they’re a tattoo on her back.”
That explained one of her questions. Sadly one of the unimportant ones. “What’s the problem?”
He glanced around again, dropping his voice even lower. “I don’t do well with needles.”
“How bad are you exactly?”
His lips twisted into a wry smile. “I’ve been known to pass out at the sight of them.” He grasped
