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[dcmidivine]

Reno turned Araminta’s arm over in his hands and plucked up a different coloured marker from the collection spread out on the balcony beside him. He moved onto the next part of her tattoo, beginning to colour in the beak of a bird, and paused to glance up at her face, following her gaze over to her phone. “Still addicted to your tracking device?”