Aria.
Wait, what? There was no way I could have heard right, right? I paused, waiting for my ears to pick up on something else, but they never did. The more I waited, the less I heard. If there was one thing that was constant, it was Damon's last words.
“Tattoos.” Damon's voice echoed in my ears. “Matching tattoos, Aria.”
What did he mean by matching tattoos? This was never a part of the plan. This wasn't part of the plan when I agreed to the deal with him, so what did he mean by that?
Damon was a known prankster, so maybe this was one of them? It just had to be, right? I leveled my gaze at him. In the last few minutes, he hadn't uttered a word, and even as I stared him down, he didn't look like he would be saying anything anytime soon. It was a prank. It just had to be one. Or else,
