Chapter:- 106

"Where are you getting it?" Zia asked Emma, taking a cotton ball and dipping it in antiseptic.

"On my wrist," she says, holding out her right arm. Zia nods, wiping the skin of her wrist beneath her palm.

She puts the cotton ball down and then purses her lips.

"Could you... I might need you to swap chairs with Lucus; I don't want to do this upside down."

Emma nods. "Of course."

She and Lucus switch, darting past each other. Lucus raises his eyebrows, hoping to get something out of either of them, but neither Zia nor Emma say a word.

"This is borderline torture." He complains, flopping into his seat. Zia smiles sympathetically, as if to say "This wasn't my decision".

Emma just looks a little nervous.

"So, I'm going to outline the drawing in marker first, so you can be certain of its placement, and then if you're happy, I'll start." Zia explains.

Emma nods, her eyes darting over to Lucus before returning to Zia. She smiles encouragingly, picking up a black, fine-tip, skin-safe marker and