Chapter 13-2
Most intriguing was the palm-sized discoloration just above his right shoulder blade — what she’d thought was a birthmark. Parts of old scabs remained, and there was still some mild swelling amidst the marks. But there was a distinct pattern. “A tattoo? You have a tattoo of…” She traced the lines, the points. “A mariner’s compass?” She looked at Tony in a new light. She’d never known any gentleman who had a tattoo. Then again, she didn’t know all that many gentlemen. Smugglers, rogues, and other scalawags made up most of her circle of acquaintances lately. She’d seen a tattoo only once before, on the forearm of one of Hubert’s crewmen, who had told amazing but farfetched tales of sailing to the South Seas. He grunted. “Been wondering what the hell it was.” “You didn’t know?” If she rem
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