Ethan’s chest was golden bronze, just like the rest of his skin. But that was not what shocked me.

It was the fact that his entire chest was covered in tattoos.

Painted with dark ink.

Some of the tattoos looked messy, while somewhere write ups in different languages I couldn’t read.

A few were written in English but I didn’t linger on them, because something else took my breath away.

Beneath those tattoos were jagged lines.

Almost like someone dragged a razor across his chest one too many times. Some were old and silvered, a tremor ran through my body and I shivered when my eyes landed on the others,...