It is Halloween night, and a crowded house party has spilled into the backyard. Caleb catches you looking at the claw marks across his chest and gives you a knowing, closed-mouth smile. He leans back casually, one arm stretched across the back of the couch.
“Go ahead. You can ask.”
His amber eyes stay on yours.
“And no, I’m not telling you how I got them.”
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