Chapter 55

"Let me prove that every word out of that man Stone's mouth is a lie."

Left in nothing but a thin chemise and corset, she wrenched the fabric from her shoulder.

When her pale, smooth back emerged in the darkness, the crowd broke into murmurs.

There really was a tattoo etched into the middle of her back.

But it was...

"Christine?"

Jan read the tattoo inked across her back, slowly, letter by letter.

Running along her straight spine and out toward both shoulder blades, the letters unmistakably spelled CRISTINE.

His name spread across her back like a pair of wings.

The woman named Ally who had come to see Christine not long ago was a ruddy-faced old gypsy woman.

This old gypsy woman's skill with a tattoo needle was said to be uncanny, and she was popular among soldiers on the battlefield.

In this land, tattoos were usually something only…