Adrian smirked, finally breaking his silence, “Despite how you look, your mind is quite sharp, my dear Noa.”
My nose scrunched in disgust. “Don’t call me ‘yours,’ you creep. Answer the question.”
“I am simply me,” he shrugged, tilting his head to the side to reveal the skin behind his ear. With a frown, I realized that the area was completely unmarked.
“That doesn’t mean anything. You could have chosen not to tattoo your replica,” I huffed.
“If you can’t take my word for it, I can prove it to you,” he offered.
“How?” I asked suspiciously.
Adrian let out a sigh. “You already know—didn’t Kyle Leonard tell you what happened on the Angelica? I believe it was caught on his little video recording.”
I scrutinized his nonchalant façade carefully. There was no way he was implying what I thought he was, right? He had to be bluffing.
As if reading my thoughts, he soothingly offered, “It’s okay. Just do it.”
