After a year of enduring the bite of Kile’s needle, Evie thought she’d be accustomed to the sting by now. With only a few short weeks between sessions, the itch and bruising didn’t have much time to heal before another sitting.
The stylized masterpiece covered her back from neck to waist. The red hawk perched in a protective stance. Wingtips wrapped around Evie’s left shoulder and under her ribs, tail feathers fanned out across the small of her back. His head rested against her right shoulder.
As Kile inked the final element, the bird’s ochre eye, the entire image vanished.