Chapter 38

• Dante’s fingers lingered over the tattoo etched just beneath Aria’s skin a fox, delicate yet unmistakable. His thumb brushed over it slowly, and the tips of his fingers caressed the tattoo. His gaze narrowed slightly, curiosity flickering in the shadows of his expression.
• “A fox?” he asked, his voice low but laced with quiet intrigue. “Why do you have a fox tattoo?”
• Aria tensed slightly beneath his touch, but her expression remained composed. Her green eyes met his, calm on the surface, but there was a flicker, small but sharp of something guarded deep inside. She smiled softly, just enough to dim the rising suspicion.