CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT † MUTILATIONI TURNED HIM so I had a better view of his entire back. My mind flashed to New Year’s Eve. Luka was lying in bed, confessing his love for Phoenix.
My heart twisted. He rolled onto his front and bared the extent of his feelings to me. At the time, if I’d had any doubts, the image of his massive tattoo erased them. It covered every inch
of his back, starting with flames at the base and from the ashes of that fire rose a majestic bird. Its wings stretched out, encompassing the sides of his ribcage. No one got serious art like that
without a certain amount of commitment involved.
During the months of my pity-party, I often wondered what Phoenix had that drove the cousins to immortalize her on their flesh. Now, as I stared at the strong lines of Luka’s back,
