Chapter 130

“So, the tattoos?”, Sycamore asked as he toweled off. I wanted to touch him, but I don’t think he would return the favour if I did, because if he wanted to touch me, he would have done so in the bathroom.

“I saw it on Eloive’s skin.”

He frowned. “Eloive? I don’t think I know the lad.”

“He’s Ruarc’s son.”

“So, what about him?”

“Well, he and his uncle were arguing and his uncle, Thane snapped his neck out of anger. He fell to the ground dead and when he woke up, healed or whatever, he had tattoos on his left arm.”

Sycamore slipped on underwear before asking, “Was the arm fully tatted?”

I nod.

He sighed. “What about it? Should I be worried?”

“It’s not your job to worry about the son of the enemy Crimson.”

“Ruarc is not my enemy. He’s, my mate.”

“That’s where you’re wrong Crimson. He is not your mate. You are his mate. There’s a difference.”

“Nah, it’s just your jealousy speaking.”

A deep rumble left his chest