Chapter 18 Nape of the Neck

“Don’t flinch, Eris. Ink is like destiny—once it sinks in, there is no turning back.”

Vera’s voice was calm but resonated with an eerie authority as she guided me into a cold, steel chair within the Inking Suite. The sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic warred with the metallic tang of tattoo ink. ...

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