Emmet:
"What do you mean you did not?" I asked, steadily approaching him.
"Emmet, I don't remember getting it. It just appeared out of nowhere. I was convinced it was a tattoo, but it isn't. I went to a tattoo artist today, asking how I could remove it, because I didn't like it. The more I looked at it, the more I felt like it was telling me something. It was whispering in my ears. And you know what the tattoo artist told me?" he asked, panicking.
His body was shaking. His hands were so red, as if they were on fire.
"What?" I asked, showing concern.
"That it's not a tattoo," he said, making me stare at his face, my heart beating slowly.
I briskly walked closer to him and checked his neck. I traced my fingers around the mermaid tail, then the dagger, and it felt like my whole world collapsed.
"Okay, what the fuck," I said, stepping back from him.
