Shaking his head negatively, Ares quickly rose to his feet. "No, you can't do that," he said, backing her.
"Why?" She whined like a child being withheld her favorite candy.
"Because it's not a toy, okay? You're not ready for the consequences of touching it, so no."
Her lips pursed, as she shot daggers at him with her eyes.
But then her attention was drawn to his back, and as she studied the tattoos on it, she was once more enthralled.
Holding the spot where she fastened the duvet around her together with one hand, she moved closer to the edge of the bed where he stood, backing her.
Her hand reached for the tattoo placement that ran from his neck down to his lower back.
Ares felt a slight tingle when she touched him, but otherwise, composed himself beautifully.
"It's in Russian," she muttered. "What does it mean?"
"Death's door," he replied, swallowing hard.
