Chapter Forty-Seven
I took a moment to study the picture that the two of them made. Cy with his soft blonde hair. It wasn’t as long as Leo’s falling in soft waves over his eyes that made me want to push it back. Leo’s red hair had been pulled up into a ponytail, accentuating the harsh lines of his cheekbones. Cy’s skin was tanned with a healthy glow. He had a small tattoo on his shoulder, it was the outline of a bird. The tattoo was oddly delicate; I wanted to trace my fingers over the dark red ink. To hear the story behind it.
I looked at Leo’s tattooed skin. The flames that moved up his arms and the orange bubbles looked so much like hot glass. The black and gray tattoos that moved up his arms were a sharp contrast to the bright colors around his wrists.
I found myself wanting to kno
