The makeup I’d put over it was starting to fade and I’d need to reapply it soon. “No. I think it would be better if it did hurt.” “Why?” “Then I’d be more inclined to hate it.” I’d promised myself that I’d be open and honest with Lyra about everything. Including the fact that the tattoo itself was beautiful. I loved the way the letters fit in the space of my finger, the A and C designed to swirl around like vines around rose bushes.
