“Nova, seriously?” I said, squirming a little because those rough hands felt a little too good on the tender skin of my ass. “The tattoo shouldn’t extend that far.” A grunt, but otherwise no comment. It was the grunt that made me pause though. Not only because Nova didn’t seem like the kind of heathen to use sounds instead of words. But because I would recognize that rough grumble anywhere. “Axe-Man?” I squawked,
