I lay my head on Ambrose’s shoulder as he trails soothing circles on my back.
I can’t help but smile.
This is real. Sometimes it feels like if I blink, it’ll be gone. But when I open my eyes, he’s still here and that fear disappears.
“You don’t have any secret tattoos I should know about, right?” I ask him.
“What?” he laughs.
“Just wondering!”
“No, no tattoos.”
There’s a pause before he asks, “What did you find out, Hera?”
“I’m not sure where to start,” I say.
“Wherever you want to.”
“Okay.” I take a moment to think and start by telling him about the wax seal on the letter that was my assignment.
“Right, I knew about that,” he responds.
“Well, I kept seeing that symbol. Everywhere. And no one knew to whom it belonged. Then, during that ambush of our carriage, I saw the symbol inked into an attacker’s skin. Today, I saw it on Lucas’s arm.”