Olivia’s POV
“What tattoo?”
The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. I stared at Lucien, confusion knotting my brows. He was now standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes narrowed in that brooding way of his.
“You’ve got a tattoo,” he said again, pointing at my shoulder.
I shook my head, scoffing. “Hell no, I don’t. I didn’t get a tattoo.” My voice was firm, but the slight sting on my shoulder told a different story. “I hate tattoos, Lucien. You know that better than anyone else.”
Lucien’s gaze didn’t waver. “Are you sure?”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course I’m sure! I would’ve noticed if someone had randomly tattooed me, don’t you think? Besides you saw me this morning… almost bare, did I look like a tattooed mate?”
He took a step closer, his ga
