Cursed

The sound of Nikolay shutting the door after walking out reverberated through the room and Imani still stared at it for several moments after. She then heaved a sigh before remembering the tattoo behind her shoulder and glancing at it with furrowed brows.

She used her fingers to rub it repeatedly but it didn't even smudge and she couldn't stop herself from thinking that Nikolay was lying when he had said it was nothing for her to worry about… And if it was actually nothing, why had he reacted like that?

"What the hell is it?" she muttered as she ran her thumb over it again and after a little while, she pushed it to the back of her mind because she had something… someone more important to worry about.

Voices came from outside the room, drawing her attention to the door and she could faintly make out Nikolay asking the other person if they knew Nia. That tugged at her heartstrings because he didn't like Lucas but he was willing to help her find him.