Macon Forrester

It had seemed like a nice gesture of solidarity to Serena. I would get a tattoo, and I would be marked as hers too. Except, as I sat in the chair with Lucy inking my chest, I didn’t know what it was. For all I knew, she could have been getting Lucy to put ‘I hate Macon’ on my chest. Then I would have been stuck with it forever.

I should have, considering how much I had been around the Setter coven. But my mind was completely blank as I sat there, ...