She looked off in the distance and then nodded. “I thought I was going to stay with you.”
He wanted to know what about him made her think she was safe? Didn’t this chick have any instincts of self-preservation? “My place doesn’t accommodate visitors well.” Or it might be too accommodating in your situation.
“Yeah, I get it. I just—”
“You’ll be fine over there,” Lars interrupted. Next thing she’d be begging to stay with him. Women normally wanted to sleep with him but none of them ever looked at him like he was going to be their savior. That was a brand new role for him. “You’ll only be there at night. He’s going to bring you here in the mornings,” he continued. “Lie back down and try not to move.”
She hesitated but then did as he asked. He got back to the tattoo, not sure what he was creating, just letting his hand guide him.
“You’re going to feel really wiped out after I’m done.” He dragged a cloth across her skin, clearing his canvas of excess ink so he could see his creation coming to life. “It’s going to feel strange as I finish. Don’t be alarmed. It’s normal, at least in this situation.” He remembered the feeling distinctly when he’d done his own. He had been the first one to figure out how to quit from the agency on his own terms and without approval. He was still the only one of the guys who was capable of preforming the procedure, taking the special ink and applying it to the skin in just a way it absorbed and changed the essence of who you were.
He’d tried to show the guys but none of them wanted to dabble in this specific field of the arts, so to speak. That hadn’t stopped them from wanting out as well. He’d helped them quit, one-by-one, until only Fate had remained with the agency.
“I’m not scared,” she said, bringing him back to the present.
He heard her sigh even though it was low and under her breath. She probably didn’t realize how good his senses were or how much better hers would get over the next few weeks.
“So, you were in the woods this whole past week?” He’d never seen a human make it through the transition without getting violently sick. Not that there had been that many transfers. Most of the people who worked for the agency were born to the job but every so often the agency would bring on someone who’d been mortal first. Every single time, they’d been deathly ill for days, some not making it through at all.
Even Malokin’s people, who had nothing to do with the agency, still got sick. It was just one of those hard facts. There was no way it hadn’t happened to her, which left a gaping hole in her story. How could she have made it a week alone like that?
“Does everyone always get sick?”
“Yes.” He waited for her to keep talking but she didn’t, so he prodded her. “How did you manage by yourself?”
“I just did.” Her voice was soft, as if she resented having to speak of it and only did so because she was being forced to.
He wasn’t one to take a hint. “You’re telling me you went through that in the forest alone?” It sounded completely unbelievable.
“Yes, that’s what I just said.”
She was daring him to say otherwise. No one spoke to him like that, and yet he didn’t say anything. The hint of spunk he’d seen in her was making its return. Even though he wondered if her whole story was a concoction of Malokin’s, he decided the truth could wait for now.
***
She heard the guys’ return and the hum of the tattoo gun stopped.
“Is it done?” she asked Lars, leaning up on her forearms to look at him but having no interest in seeing the tattoo.
He placed the gun down on the table beside him. “No, but you should eat before I finish.”
Cutty placed a sub sandwich near her head, along with a bottle of water. “You’ll be too tired after you’re done. You okay with turkey? Got a roast beef, or ham and cheese if you’d rather.”
“No, this is great. Thanks.” She sat up quickly, trying not to seem too eager.
She ripped off the corner of the wrapper and took the largest bite she could get her mouth around. After a couple of swallows, the edge started to wear off the hunger that had gnawed at her.
Belatedly, she realized she’d torn into it like an animal that had just taken down fresh prey for the first time in a week. She slowed her actions but when she looked up at the guys, she knew it was too late. She put the sandwich on the table, trying to play it off as normal.
“When was the last time you ate?” Cutty asked, looking at the sandwich she’d torn into. The other guys were looking everywhere but at her and the food, like they were uncomfortable.
Her face burned as she answered Cutty’s question. “Not that long ago.” It wasn’t wholly inaccurate. A week was just a drop in the bucket, compared to eternity, when you thought about it.
He grunted and shook his head, clearly not believing her, but dropped the subject.
Faith sat up straighter, realizing the only face that remained expressionless was Lars’.
“You ready?” Lars asked, moving his chair back beside the bench and picking up the tattoo gun again.
She didn’t look at the sandwich but hoped they’d leave it there until after Lars was finished. She maneuvered around, lying on her stomach again and tugging her shirt back up and away from the now sore skin on her back.
She saw the circle of guys form around her as Lars started working again.
“What is that?” Cutty asked.
“Since we don’t know what her strengths are, it’s just a random design I came up with,” Lars said.
“Random?” Angus asked and then made a hmmm noise. “Hey, isn’t that—”
“Something random I came up with,” Lars said, sounding a bit testy to Faith but she wondered if he ever wasn’t.
“No comment,” Angus said and left Faith wondering what was on her back. She was just about to ask when she realized it didn’t matter if it was a circle with two Xs for eyes. It was there now, and as long as it distanced her from Malokin and the other one, Lars could tattoo anything he wanted. He could tattoo a fist with the middle finger sticking up if it sent the right message to them.
She closed her eyes as she lay there. The soreness of the tattoo gun repeatedly going over already worked areas of skin should’ve kept her awake. The adrenaline of being surrounded by these men and in a strange place should have had her more on edge but she was almost on the brink of sleep when it happened.
She felt a strange sensation, like the heaviness of something snapping back toward her body. It was sort of like the falling feeling that wakes you up from almost-sleep.
“I just felt something weird.” The little energy she had left was being sapped even before the words finished leaving her mouth.
“That was you officially telling Malokin to go screw,” she heard Cutty say. “You can take your celebratory nap now.”
“A nap?” she asked, yawning before she finished speaking and then she fell asleep on the bench.
Chapter Six
She woke in the softest bed she’d ever slept on, in a room by herself. A double window lit the space with warm morning sunshine. It was clean, bright and devoid of a single picture. There wasn’t even a knick-knack to be found. She had a funny feeling that Cutty was definitely a bachelor.
She saw her arm, still with the filthy shirt covering it, contrasting as it rested on top of the clean grey comforter. She got out of the bed quicker than she wanted to and turned to see if she’d left stains behind. Only a guy would’ve put her in that bed as filthy as she was. Now she was positive he was single.
She’d slept like a baby but couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here. Blurred out transportation was becoming quite common for her lately. Maybe she should start drinking more; that way when she couldn’t remember how she’d gotten somewhere, at least she’d have booze to blame.