Katerina
He didn't look back, just continued staring ahead. “I’ll give you some space,” he said, the tremor in his voice worried me.
“No, please stay. I'll go—”
“Join me,” he commanded.
"O-okay." I took tentative steps closer to the edge. I sat a bit behind him, not trusting the crumbled stone as he seemed to.
He was shirtless, and I couldn’t help staring. Most of his back and arms were covered in black ink, and I was close enough now to make out the designs. The arm closest to me was covered in different flowers. They intertwined and wove up his arm in a garden of blossoms.
I wasn’t expecting that. The ones on one of his hands were designs I couldn’t put meaning to, and a wolf's face on the other. But the flowers—they were beautiful.
They drew and held my attention almost as mu
