"You want me to tattoo you?" I blurt out. "Are you insane?" Theo looks at me, all seriousness on his face. "Yes." Of course he's insane. He's more than insane — he's fucking unhinged. "I can't do that," I mutter quickly, trying to hand the needle back to him. He grabs my hand, squeezing it closed around the needle. Gripping me, he pierces the skin on his arm, not flinching. "Like this," he directs, holding my fist as he shows me the depth of the needle.
