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He knew he was right.

Once Gryphen saw this, he was going to go wild.

“If I pass out, don’t go get him. He’ll lose his nut. Just tattoo me and get it done.”

Neils reassured him.

“Aye, you’ll be fine. Breathe for me, and let me get this last part of the name done, and you’re finished. Then, it’s only the shading.”

Why did that sound worse than anything?

Christ.

Ian closed his eyes, and started thinking about when Gryphen saw the tattoo. He knew that it was going to be the highlight of their vacation—well, and the proposal.

For that, he’d get through it.

This wasn’t the worst pain he’d ever felt.

He was strong.

Gryphen told him so.

And he believed it.

* * * The Ravensmire Chronicles * * *

Thirty Minutes Later

Outside

Fortunately, Ian was now sealed up, and the tattoo was protected with a clear covering that Neils had brought with him.

Apparently, he was good to go.

Nothing would get on it, and it was protected under his clothing. All he hoped now was Gryphen didn’t slap him on the ass.

Jesus.

He’d cry.

His hope was that later, Gryphen would take him to bed, and stumble upon it.

Yeah, he wanted that surprise.

There was no doubt that someone was cumming a whole lot when it was discovered.

Heading out, he grabbed a cup of coffee, and helped Neils go out the front door to walk down to the gate. With his accomplice gone, it was time to find his man.

Once outside, he walked through the courtyard, and stood by the fountain.

That’s when it hit him.

Here.

This was where he wanted to marry his man. Ian was going to have to arrange that with Elizabeth, and then, make this the spot where they said their vows.

It would be perfect.

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