The slap echoed through the room. Alec, with a stern expression, told the man, "Take your sister away. I don’t want to see her in the shop again."
I heard the door close and slowly emerged from Alec's embrace.
"Chris said your personal life is pretty clean."
Alec stepped closer, trying to bridge the gap between us.
His face was serious. "She's the sister of the store owner next door. Our customers can be a mixed bunch, and tattoos take a long time. Sometimes, they buy snacks while waiting, and it's usually his sister who delivers them."
Hearing about the tattoo, I felt the vampire tattoo on my chest heat up, impossible to ignore.
Tattooing is like painting on skin, millimeter by millimeter. If customers get impatient and want to buy something, it makes sense that the sister would bri
