Zoe looked up as Viking and Elle entered the tattoo parlour. “Hi!” she chirped. “You guys doing OK?”
“You know it, sweet thing,” Viking said, waving at Saint and Arrow who were both working on clients. “All good.”
“I’m really excited,” Elle said breathlessly. “I know that I told you what I was thinking, but I have no clue how on earth it would work with that horrible thing on my back.”
“Yeah, I’m not going to lie, it was a bit of a challenge.” Zoe picked up her sketchbook, flipped the pages, handed Elle the book. “But I think I might have it – or at least, I hope I’m close to what you want.”
Elle looked at the page and froze when she saw the picture that Zoe had drawn.
“What?” Zoe said, alarmed at the look on Elle’s face. “Do you hate it?”
“N – no.” Elle was tearing up; in her hand s
