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Soon, Don returned with some men. Ethan’s face had been so badly burnt, it was no longer recognizable. Since he had the same build as Alejandro, Ethan had hidden his past from the public and undergone numerous plastic surgeries. Appearance-wise, he had practically become Alejandro Smith’s twin. To make his disguise even more convincing, he had destroyed his own fingerprints.

The tattoo was glowing. The black ink was turning a vivid, electric blue. It pulsed in time with the thrumming in the walls. Every beat sent a jolt of agony through my arm. "Matthew," Ethan hissed. "That son of a bitch. The ink wasn't for me. It was for the detonator." "He used your own mark against us." "If you get too close to the Cathedral, the ink will complete the circuit." Ethan grabbed my arm. He looked at the glowing wolf. "Noah, you’re the fuse. The High Priest isn't waiting for a signal. He’s waiting for you."

His hand stayed longer on mine, rewriting my earlier thought that he might be avoiding people. Finally, the youngest-looking one stepped forward with both hands shoved inside his hoodie pocket. "I'm Ethan." He smiled sheepishly. "And before you ask, no, I'm not as quiet as I look. They just never let me get a word in. I'm an artist. Not a singer like James, more of a painter.” “That’s really cool. I’m a doctor,” I answered, sharing his excitement. I couldn’t believe I was actually meeting them after so long. “Alright guys, we can’t just stand here. Let's go somewhere private, okay?” Tyron said.

Blair Collins was a statuesque woman, not admiring her would have been astonishing. When Ethan turned around, Blair could see the tattoo on his back. It was a pair of black angel wings, drawn in thin, precise strokes. The design was dark, lines she could imagine on the man's personality, not his body. It was as if the tattoo was a warning sign to stay away, to be careful, not to trust. He finished his shower, stopped the powerful cascade of water falling over his body and left the shower. Ethan knew, well before, that he was being watched closely. He walked out of the bathroom and, even though he was exposed by the glass walls, decided not to make eye contact.

Security made way, and he almost tripped forward in shock. “Me?” He said, pointing at himself. I"m Ethan.” He managed to say. He was an average guy, brown hair, he wore glasses, a faded band T-shirt under his jacket, but the way he looked at her said it all. He had been following her right from her small beginnings. There was a tattoo of her lyrics on his arm. “I like how you look at me, the one that says you would do anything I ask. “ She leaned in close and tapped the tip of his. “Come inside, let's see if you are worth it.”

Cole came out of the washroom after becoming normal. As he approached them, Ethan uttered, "I'm jealous of you, Cole?" He teased him. "Jealous of me? Why?" He asked, his brows narrowed in confusion. Reyna showed Cole the tattoo by raising her index finger. "Reyna inked your name, but not mine," Ethan uttered. "Offo! Ethan, I'll have one more tattoo." As she spoke, they both sternly said in unison. "No." "Why?" She inquired, swaying her eyes from Cole to Ethan.

He dialed a number, then waited. “Elder Degas?” he asked. “This is Alpha Chris. I need the Elders here to witness a banishment.” Chris waited a moment, then nodded. “Yes. Immediately.” As Chris slid his phone back into his pocket, Ethan took two steps to stand directly before him. “You have no right.” “Unlike what Olivia wanted, I’m not burning off anyone’s markings. There are many establishments in the Human World that specialize in tattoo removal. I suggest you make use of one.”

They were covered in tattoos, chains, and piercings—the kind of people you generally want to avoid. Two of them started shoving each other, shouting about money and cigarettes, until a third man pushed them aside. He headed straight for Ethan. My heart sank. This was bad. Ethan wasn’t in the mood for idiots. I wanted to intervene, but I was terrified to go near them. “You’re a smoker. Give me your lighter,” the man demanded. He had a massive skull tattooed on his temple. Ethan didn’t say a word. He just slowly turned his gaze toward the man.

, Kiya sang as soon as she entered living room along with Alex, Liza and Rony trailing behind her. "Hello mad gang!", Ethan chirped who was just came outside hearing chaos. He was just showered and wearing a black tshirt white had text 'I get charm from daddy' printed on it and a gray patch designed pants. He wore black goggles matching with his clothes. Looking so adorable little monster. "What! Mad gang?", Alex gaped at the little boy so everyone. "Haa. That's how dad and mom address you.", he shrugged his shoulders. "He is cute!", Liza gushed walking towards him.

The radio was a low hum of static and a country song about a man losing everything, which felt a little too on the nose for our lives. "You’re thinking too loud again," Ethan said. He was leaning against the driver’s side door, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his knuckles stained with grease from the shift he’d just finished at the marina. At nineteen, Ethan Cole didn't have a billion-dollar empire or a suit tailored in London. He had a jawline that could cut glass, a pair of boots with holes in the soles, and a way of looking at me that made me feel like I was the only thing on earth that wasn't broken.