Kavinsky had been ready. He had no idea what was about to be carved into his skin, and he tried to not care, because did it really matter? He had plenty of sins, and wearing another one didn't really make a difference.

He stared down at Shion, poised, almost vibrating. It wasn't nerve, but there was adrenaline coursing through him, making every breath a vibrant shiver of excitement.

Maybe he was a little turned on. He'd deal with that later.