Chapter Seventeen

Alexa

I have to say, it's a damn good tattoo. The artist did a great job and if the circumstances were different I'd be thanking him. Since they aren't all I do is scowl. He wraps my arm and goes on about how to take care of the tattoo. Since this isn't my first rodeo I zone out. I feel like a cow who's ears been marked so people can know who to return them too if they run away. They've branded me as theirs. Looking down at the ink, my urge to find the treasure and leave grows stronger. This tattoo will serve as a reminder for what they did and have now done to me. Each time my heart softens toward them, this will harden it once more. I will get my revenge, but first I have to survive long enough to.

I will use them. Their protection and their home. Until I find the treasure, I'll play the game by their rules whilst playing my own. I start making a list in my head.

1. Gain their trust.

2. Find the treasure.

3. Keep your head down.

4. Keep an eye out for Undead men.

I'll have to be met