EpilogueFour months later
Devin grinned at Mars as Heather wiped his calf clean and wrapped him up.
“You’re my favorite canvas, Devin.”
He chuckled in reply. She was his favorite tattoo artist. He’d never gone to anyone else, and he didn’t want to. He and Mars had gone to Terrena a few times over the last few months to fill in the broken lines the bite scars had caused, but this was the first time they’d added something new to his body, and it felt so damn good to be back to some kind of normal again.
Mars had altered her memories every time. She remembered she’d filled in a few lines here and there, but he’d removed the memory of understanding of the scarring being bite marks. This time he’d leave her alone, and it made Devin feel all the better. Mars removing her memories was for the
