“No fucking way.” I grinned, getting up and moving to stand beside Cal so that I could take a closer look. “The detail on this is sick,” I commented, studying the crescent moon with a wolf perched upon the curve at its base while a bat hung from the curve above. Within the moon was a clock with no hands, only a ring of numbers and shattered cogs spilling out beneath it. “Never thought you’d actually bite the bullet and break your tattoo virginity.”
