Inside my small tent, the darkness enveloped me like a comforting embrace. Even though I was tired, I couldn’t sleep. My mind wandered to the familiar tattoo on Henry’s chest. He had mentioned it as a brotherhood tattoo but divulged no further details before dismissing her.

When I closed my eyes, I saw Asher’s face. Then, my cheeks felt hot when I recalled one of our intimate moments. Suddenly, memories of our intimacy flooded my thoughts, but then, as if on the wings of a dream, another image became so visible.

A tattoo? I narrowed my eyes to see it better and my eyes widened in shock when it was...