The Mafia Debt
"We want matching tattoos."
We settle on a design together. A crescent moon and a small wave. The moon represents the nights that saved us, the nights we stayed up talking, crying, planning. And the wave—well, that's us. Always rising, always crashing, but never breaking, the way we always came back to each other.
"You sure about this?" Cassian asked as I settled into the chair first. "You're not going to chicken out, are you?"
I glare at him. "I'm not a chicken. Let's do this."
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