The only permanent thing in my life is the ink I put on my clients.I drift from city to city, in and out of beds, from one tattoo shop to the next.Every time I start to put down roots, I rip them up.Until New Orleans.Until her.She's everything I'm not.Full of fire and life. An innocent where I'm a sinner.I want to consume her. Protect her. Keep her.But first, I have to escape from beneath these shadows.