Chapter 1
One month later
“I want another tattoo,” Holden says, leaning back in his chair. He’s behind the front desk with Dawn, like he is every Saturday morning. Without a hangover, surprisingly. He’d had his first of many outings for his twenty-first birthday the night before.
“Do you even have any room?” Dawn asks. She hasn’t fared as well and is hiding behind a large pair of dark sunglasses. Hiding light grey eyes, just like Holden’s own. It’s one of their most similar features.
“Of course, I have room.” Not a lot, but he has some spare skin. Holden’s a little addicted to tattoos. He has them everywhere, except his face. He doesn’t like face tattoos, personally.
“What are you thinking of getting? Do you have an actual idea? Or do you just have the urge for a new one?” Dawn asks.
