“Koen? You’re being a smidge weird about this.” “Right.” Another step back—somehow, he drifted closer again. “Did they do the one on your back, too?” “Yeah, but maybe it washed off.” I lift my hair. “You can check—” “Don’t.” I freeze. He swears under his breath. “The marks are…” He jerks a hand through his hair. Opens his mouth about four times before settling on “Beautiful.”
