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My tattoo machines were lined up against the wall in Benny’s house, packed, clean, and completely useless, and I was starting to hate looking at them.
They were supposed to be in my hands, humming against somebody’s skin while I concentrated on clean lines and perfect shading. Instead, they sat in their cases while I filled pages with sketches I had nowhere to tattoo.
So when I caught myself adding another layer of petals to the peony in my sketchbook while Nixx talked to Jarek at the clubhouse bar, I finally said, “I need somewhere to work.”
Both men looked at me.
Jarek’s gaze dropped to my sketchbook. “You ready?”
“For tattooing? Absolutely. For sitting around staring at expensive equipment while Benny asks if he can practice on fruit? No.”
Nixx’s mouth twitched. “He asked abou
