Chapter 4Rae Cashell was an artist. She might not work in a medium that led to exhibits in museums, but Gideon had seen her magic emblazoned on enough bodies to recognize genius when he saw it. There wasn’t another tattooist in Chicago with her kind of vision. When it came time to consider who would mark the two most precious things in his life, Rae was the only person he trusted to do it.
After ten minutes of arguing with her, he’d set her up in the playroom. Though she brought her own lights, Rae complained that the apartment didn’t give her the space to work without feeling Gideon hovering.
“It’s bad enough you expect me to do this with an audience.” Her green eyes flashed as she adjusted the height on one of the floods. “But say one word, Gideon, and I’m kicking you out. No arguments
