บท 401: Playing hooky

Ivan

Fuck, I was in trouble.

Watching my mate struggle with her inner self was adorable to me. She didn't know it, but whenever she did, her expression changed to match the aspect inside her. So, I could always tell who was in control in the middle of the discussion, even if no one else could. However, nothing prepared me for her struggle at the water's edge. Not until she grabbed her shirt and pulled it off. 

'Goddess, help me,' I prayed, staring at Nefera's flawless body. Her skin contrasted by the full-length markings she didn't like to show anyone. The details on it made it look like someone stamped them onto her skin. Each symbol is flawlessly etched to create a bigger image. It's the first time I've seen them so clearly, and I could spend hours staring at them, marveling at the art. 'She's trying to kill me.'

What happened to the swimsuit she had before?