WILL
Is that a panther?
I'm staring at the tattoo on Cat's back. Her leggings are high-waisted and were initially covering most of it, but now that she's sweating buckets, the material has slipped a little, revealing more of the ink on the small of her back. Sasha said the tattoo is a kitten reflected as a tiger. I can see the tiger in a mirror, but I'm pretty sure the one next to it is a panther.
Wait. It's not just any panther. I don't need to see the whole thing to know it is the very one tattooed on my own skin, down to the finest detail.
Sasha, that naughty thing. No wonder she kept referring to her as my little kitten.
She meant to brand Catalina as mine, didn't she?
The most puzzling thing is…I am not offended.
When Cat leaves the gym, Nico is looking at me funny.
"What?"
He returns to his workout, panting as he speaks. "You have the hots for Snow."
I grunt in response. "So?"
