The sweat hadn’t dried on Konstantyn’s skin before he reverted to type. In one lithe move he abandoned me to the cooling sheets and sat at the edge of the bed. His muscular back flexed as he scrubbed a hand over his nape and swore in Ukrainian. For the first time, I got a close-up view of the tattoo I’d tried to photograph at the club. My hand hovered close to his skin, but his back was even more scarred than his chest, and that gave me pause. In the end, my fingertips barely feathered over the image of the winged serpent, but the touch registered. “Do you know what it means?” He asked, without turning around. “You said it was the insignia of Dante’s elite troops?” Konstantyn nodded his assent. “The snake eating itself symbolises the eternal cycle of life and death.” “And the triangle, with the line and dot?” “Is the alchemical symbol for blood.” “Eternal blood,” I mused. “Yeah, something like that.” “One of the men in the photographs had the same tattoo,”
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