I traced my fingers lazily over Marcus’ tattoos as he lay beside me, “What do these mean?” I asked softly, my head resting on his shoulder.
Smiling, he sat his phone down and looked at me, “This one,” he said grabbing my fingers and tracing it along the swirling design. “Is a sigil of protection to keep me safe in battle.” I bit my lip, feeling that strange feeling again as he gently shifted to bring my fingers to his forearm. “This sigil is the same as the one on Louis’ back, it means that we are mated. I will always be connected with him and it means we can pull strength from each other.”
It was odd to me, touching that swirling, circular design, that I could feel the faint whispers of Louis’ lips along my skin. Biting my lip, I looked over at Louis and he winked at me before
