"What do you mean? It sounded like she wanted to meet you," I stated. He lifted his head slightly just to drop it back to the table with another wail.
"Zander is going to kill me," he groaned, messing his sandy-blonde hair up with his hands and I awkwardly looked around the room, "this is why we don't talk to people! How does she even know? Nobody knows our tattoos are symbolic, everyone that did is dead!"
My heartbeat quickened. The only girl I know that knows about their tattoos is Emma and her mom lives in New York. Could he have run into her? Did she ask about me? Is that why he did what he did? Was this my sign I'll be saved?
"Emma," I breathed, seeing him raise his head to look at me and a deep frown crossed his features.
He abruptly stood up and left the kitchen, shoving past th
