The next morning, Chloe woke with determination burning in her chest. She wasn't going to waste another second. If

her human days were numbered, she'd mark them into permanence.

"Get up," she said, tugging at Valerius*s sleeve where he sat in the living room, reading with infuriating calm.

His eyes slid up lazily. "And why would I?"

"Because we're getting tattoos," she declared. "Matching ones."

A slow blink. "Tattoos?"

"Yes." She crossed her arms. "Don't tell me you've lived centuries and ...