Character Introduction:
The flower shop’s glass veranda glints. Orbs of light fall on the neighboring alley, where a man scrapes his switchblade across the library’s exterior, carving something into the bricks. He folds a white jacket over his arm, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. Beautiful tattoos stretch from the tips of his fingers to his neck, complementing his dark complexion.
My boots scuff the asphalt when I halt.
His head turns. A strip of wavy brown hair lines the center of his skull, the sides of his head shaven. He glances at me, then does a double-take. His dark brown eyes widen, lips parted, like he’s seen a ghost, but then he smirks and straightens.
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His voice lilts, accentuating his vowels. “Can I help you?”
I laugh. “Nope. Definitely not.”
“Friends call me Marius,” he says, his tone melodious. He deposits his switchblade into his breast pocket, drawing my gaze to his wrist, where a familiar hook-like tattoo resides, the same as Slyke. “And your name?”
I rest my fingers on the collar of my coat in case I need to rip apart the buttons and snatch my knives. “Doesn’t matter. Whatever you’re selling, I’m not interested.”
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