“Yes, I’m sure about this,” Lance says. He looks deep into Andrea’s eyes and asks, “Will you do it too?”
“No, I won’t,” Andrea answers, looking down at her feet.
“Don’t refuse me, Andrea,” Lance says, tilting her face up toward him. “You need to prove your loyalty somehow. If you don’t want to get a tattoo, you need to marry me. If you don’t want to marry me, you should get the tattoo.”
Andrea chews her lip and says, “I can’t.”
“Why not?” Lance asks.
“I’m just worried that the tattoo is too dangerous,” Andrea says.
“So marry me,” he says, his eyes full of hope.
“No, I’d rather get the tattoo,” she whispers.
Lance’s eyes dim and he looks away from her. She feels tears fill her eyes and she’s glad he can’t see them. I’ll never love anyone else, she thinks. I don’t mind getting t
