Zeus appeared bare-chested in the main room of the shop and I got my first look at his tattoo. It was an angel, one inked right over his heart. Her small, detailed face was mine and her hands were raised to cup the scar of the bullet wound Zeus had taken for me nearly eleven years earlier. “Z,” I breathed as tears compressed my chest. He wrapped an arm around my waist and brought me into his right side. “My fallen angel.” “My guardian monster,” I breathed into his mouth as he lowered it onto mine for a kiss.
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