chapter 55

Marabella I shake my head at Kora’s words. Damn horny wolf. Kyan walks around the graves and touches them, looking them over. His tattoos ripple in waves over his arms, and curiosity gets the better of me. I have to know if I am seeing things or if they actually are moving. “Random question,” I say, and Kyan raises an eyebrow at me. “Your tattoos, they move,” I tell him. Gosh, that sounds insane even to my own ears. “Octavian blood,” Kyan answers. “That’s all I get? Well, that explains it all.” I tell him, folding my arms across my chest, annoyed. Kyan rolls his eyes and holds his hand out before twisting his wrist. The tattoos suddenly ripple and rush to his hand, forming a ghostly inky sphere that hovers on top of his hand. The substance is slightly transparent. Almost like mist and shadows morphing into something semi-solid, and he tilts his hand. The shadows move whichever way he turns his hand. “Octavian blood shadows, we are all born with them. They cling to us, react to us, to r