“My honor, man. Come on back.” Axel winked at Elora, then led the way to his tattoo room. “You’re getting a tattoo?” Elora asked Zain as he settled into a chair. “We are. I was hoping you’d get one too.” Zain pointed to the neon sign on the wall. Two hearts. One beat. An hour later, Zain had the first part of that script inked over his heart. And Elora had the second half inked over hers.
