“You’d better stay here, my dear. I’ll bring you a robe.”
But there’s no time.
Lorenzo simply steps in and looks at me. My tiny nightgown definitely catches his attention—but not more than his bare torso catches mine, his pants clearly thrown on in a hurry. I try to hide it, but the tattoo covering his chest and running down his abdomen makes it difficult.
A compass divides the image of a skull and a Griffin with its wings raised, nearly covering the entire design. The eagle’s gaze is severe, as if defying death. The mythological creature is fascinating, but even more so the meaning it seems to proudly carry—the courage to throw oneself into the abyss and command the skies.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes. I didn’t know who it was. I’m sorry for the confusion, I… I…” But he interrupts my act,
