"I'm scared," she spoke nervously, knowing that when Abihirt didn't respond directly, the man was probably thinking about something. "Your mother?" Until that one question suddenly came like an electric shock, and Moreau couldn't deny that she nodded immediately. Still about Barbara, about something that could never be controlled. "I'm afraid my mother is angry," she said, almost unconsciously dropping her attention to the sketch of a thorny rose with budding petals. Beautiful. Let alone if they add red. How Moreau imagined it would be on one of her body parts. "She won't know anything." Abihirt's statement sounded like a soft whisper. The man was trying to persuade her to get a tattoo, was he?Moreau tried to understand something that didn't feel right here. Abihirt had a purpose as to why they were still faced with various uncertain decisions. At least there were provisions where she detected a desire that seemed to be trying to cross a forbiddin
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