He could see the effect his words were having on her. Her lips trembled as she broke their gazes and looked down at his hand. Taking a deep breath in, one that pushed the bite he’d given her on her cleavage into stark relief, she traced the tape on his left ring finger with shaky hands. And then she peeled it off carefully, seeing the small tattoo he’d gotten two nights ago. He looked down at it himself, pleased with the curvature, the one word loud and clear. Morana.
