“You tattooed your ass, didn't you?” I said dryly.
“I absolutely did,” Aidan confirmed and our driver let out a burst of laughter. “That way, whenever anyone asks me to prove my connection to my clan...”
“You can tell them to kiss your ass,” the driver hooted.
“Precisely,” Aidan nodded, very pleased with himself.
“At least tell us what it looks like,” I huffed.
“Why? So you can add it to your files on the Coven?”
“Yeah,” I said in myduhtone. “And if you could tell us about the other clan tattoos, that would be very helpful.”
“I'm not...” he started to get upset but then stopped. “You know what? Fuck it, why not? It's not like knowing will do much for you.”
“So what are they?” Tiernan slid his arm over the back of our seat and set his silver eyes on the Alpha.
“Well, they're not all that original, I'm afraid,” Aidan sighed.
“A howling wolf?” The driver asked.
“No, even worse,” Aidan rolled his eyes. “A crescent moon.”
“Crescent?” I frowned. “Why not full?”
“Because when you draw a full moon simply, it's just a circle,” Raza smirked.
“You got it, dragon-dude,” Aidan nodded toward Raza. “They toyed with the idea of having just an empty circle but it didn't pass. So I've got a circle with a crescent moon in it, tattooed on my butt. At least it's not as bad as Bite; they have two free-standing fangs in their circle.”
“Just a couple of floating fangs?” I chuckled.
“You got it.”
“What does Beckoning have?” Tiernan asked.
“What else?” Aidan rolled his eyes (he was really good at it). “They have a skull.”
“I wouldn't mind a skull,” Conri mused from his seat beside Aidan.
“Yeah, the bastards get the best of everything,” Aidan growled. “Tide has a wave, again so unoriginal I want to puke. Flame has.... anyone? Anyone?”
“A flame?” I offered.
“Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner,” Aidan pointed at me.
“What does Storm have; a picture of one of the X-Men?” Conri asked.
“How the hell do you know the X-Men, Dude?” Aidan looked to Conri in surprise.
“I like the Human Realm,” Conri shrugged. “I visit a lot.”
“Yeah, I see that,” Aidan flicked the sleeve of Conri's leather jacket.
“So is it a picture of Storm or what?” Conri smirked.
“No but good call,” Aidan gave a huffing laugh. “They have a lightning bolt.
“Who do they think they are; Thor?” I laughed.
