Caleb sat in a chair, his upper body leaned forward with his elbows resting on the backrest. He enjoyed it as Markus, a professional tattoo artist, and an old friend, pressed the needles into his back, trying to stay as still as possible. Despite requesting extra-thick needles and a heavy hand, Caleb sensed that Markus was not giving it his all, and a deep frown etched itself onto his face as he tried to focus on the pain.
As soon as Jean had given him the drawing Camila had made of Rue, he knew what his next tattoo would be. Markus was a real pro and the best artist Caleb had walking around his kingdom's capital. It was not long before the man had rescheduled his other appointments and hurried to the palace.
“You know we can't finish this one in one sitting, right, Lord Alpha?” the man
