Henry nodded against my stomach, and the plan was set.
"Do you think it's this laboratory you have heard yourself speak about?"
Ah, I had told him about that; that's true. So we suspected the same.
"Possible. The fact that they left me alone in a room with two female tattoo artists and a fellow prisoner means they want to see how I behave. Or this prison does not work like the one at home."
"Female?" Henry let go and stood up, patting the dust off his black military pants. Seeing him rise to his full height and hearing his tone grow colder, he nearly seemed threatening.
"Yeah, so what?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Show me." Henry met my eyes before they wandered to my throat.
He lifted my chin to examine the tattoo while asking,
"Why is your uniform bloody?"
"Nosebleed. I'm experimenting with my power." I let him look and touch my throat as much as he wanted.
