Page 104 of Property of Necro
“I think you have some things to work out,” she whispers.
“I know.”
“You can always go back.”
“They don’t want me.” Tears fill my eyes, but I don’t let them fall.
“The tattoo on Coffin’s chest says otherwise.”
“It’s just a tattoo.”
Kali steps back and pulls up her shirt. From hip to tits and around her back, she’s covered in a solid sheet of incredibly detailed ink. I’ve seen it before. More than once, but it never fails to take my breath away.
She pulls her skirt down, exposing a pair of blue lace panties. She turns her thigh just enough for me to seeColtontattooed in script. That’s her husband’s real name, even if he goes by Sunshine.
I get it.
She’s trying to prove a point.
“I did this, and he branded himself for me,” Kali explains, pulling her skirt back up and her shirt back down.
“That’s you two.” That’s not my life. That’s them. That’s years of friendship and love. They’ve known each other for decades.
“It’s them, too.” She lifts her chin toward the screen.
“How do you know?”
“Necro’s emails.”
“Which emails?”
“The ones he exchanged with Dark.” Holding a finger for me to give her a sec, Kali races from the room. She’s back a moment later, with her phone, which she hands me.
Subject: Where is She?
From: Dark [email protected]
To: Necro [email protected]
Necro,
We had a deal. I give you Sola, you keep me updated. It’s been a month, and you haven’t returned any emails. The sisters are getting antsy.
I’m not asking again. Is she okay?
Dark
Subject: Re: Where is She?
From: Necro [email protected]
To: Dark [email protected]
Dark,
She’s fine. Better than fine.
She’s home now. With us. Where she belongs.
