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Sonya happy, but she kept thinking about Sully. Thoughts of her son eventually turned her mind back to Nimbus. Sully was dead and Nimbus was...wherever the hell he was. Everyone else moved on with their lives as though neither of them had ever existed, but the pain of losing them still crippled her. Evil or not, they were her family and they must never be forgotten.
    She passed a tattoo parlor and stopped. She'd considered getting a tattoo before, but didn't just want to get random crap inked on her. Now she had a legitimate reason to mark herself permanently. She would commemorate a piece of her skin to them. But where to have their names inked on her? If she had them on a visible place like her ankle, other black angels would see it and be scandalized that she had the names of demons tattooed on her.
    Unless she got it done in a place no one would see...like her butt. Well, Tansy would notice of course, but she wouldn't care.
    Sonya went inside and the bell dinged. A moment later a young woman whose arms were covered in tattoos walked up. She wore a neutral expression and had plenty of facial piercings.
    “How can I help you?”
    “Hi. I was just wondering if you had any openings today. I wanted to get something done.”
    “What did you have in mind?” The girl's pigtails looked cutesy and like a bit of a paradox compared to the rest of her bad-ass appearance.
    “I was thinking of getting two words inked on my backside. Maybe on my right side.”
    “On your ass cheek?” The girl didn't seem disgusted in the least.
    “Yes. Are you free to do that for me?”
    “Well, I'm not, but Dante can help you. Dante!”
    Sonya wasn't sure that pulling her pants down and having a man ink her hiney would help to relax her nervousness any, but she reminded herself not to be silly. This Dante person, whoever he was, would likely be professional and - Oh dear god, he was hot.
    A man who stood about six feet tall came into the lobby with the biggest guns she'd ever seen that hadn't been inspired by steroids. He was packed with muscle everywhere and the tribal tattoos that decorated his buff arms only added to his insane level of sex appeal. His dark brown eyes simmered with heat and mystery. Any darker and they would've been black. It didn't surprise her that she was hopelessly attracted to the sex god, only that a bald man should drive her this crazy when she'd always been attracted to men with hair.
    The black T-shirt was snug on him and his jeans were baggy – an irresistible combination on a hot-looking man.
    “I can help you with that,” he said in a base tone that sounded like thunder rolling across a dark summer sky.
    Her knees buckled and Sonya suddenly felt weak.
    “This is Dante,” the girl behind the counter informed her.
    “Hi,” Sonya squeaked, clearing her throat and trying to snap herself out of her smitten stupidity. “I'm Sonya.”
    Dante stepped closer with a cordial smile and took her hand in his. His hand dwarfed hers and holding it felt intimate and personal. Good lord, she should really just walk out of here right now. She had no doubt he would remain professional, but she was bound to make a ninny of herself in front of him.
    “Nice to meet you, Sonya.”
    Holy hell, her name sounded intoxicating in his bewitching mouth. Her stomach felt like it was rising and her heart clenched suddenly as though she were suffocating when she detected the desire permeating from his aura. He wanted her. Sonya knew he did even before his dark eyes gave him away.
    “Come with me.”
    Come with him? Oh glory be, wouldn't that be heavenly?
    She followed him, hands clamming and starting to shake. She'd been attracted to men before, but this was bordering ridiculous. There was only one other man who had gotten her this riled up sexually. A man she would never see again.
    “So you want to get some words done on your ass?” Dante asked.
    “Yeah, please.”
    “Show me where.”
    “Oh, you know...around the general area.”