Chapter Ten
She'd never planned to get tattooed back when she was living in the Loch. It wasn't something that was done. Even when she moved to land, she'd found the idea of letting herself be stung by a little needle thousands of times thoroughly unappealing. Now, however, she had eight tattoos. Eight! And not a single one of them had asked whether she wanted it on her skin. Not that she minded that much. They didn't look bad, on the contrary. She turned from side to side, inspecting her latest addition. Wings. Black, feathery, beautiful wings that were carved onto her shoulder blades. They almost looked as if they were about to break out from under her skin and make her fly high into the air. They were so lifelike! Had Luc known that this was going to happen? He'd said something about a
