in front of me and waved it behind my head, moving my body to allow the fire to flow around me without touching me. When I turned to face Eli, I got the reaction I was hoping for. That sweet, sweet sharp intake of oxygen. The BCC crew saw my tattoo regularly, in fact, there wasn’t much of any of us that the others hadn’t seen. Except for Coal, who always kept his chest covered. But when you changed in front of each other quickly, there wasn’t time for modesty. Besides, we not only performed together, we lived together. We were family.
