Whiskey Sharp: Jagged. Lauren Dane

tattoo I got.”

      From shoulder to shoulder, across her back, a branch with a birdcage hanging from it in gray-and-black dot work. The door open. The bird was on the branch and not in the cage.

      Never again with the cage.

      “Tell me,” he murmured before kissing the back of her neck.

      Not only had it been her first tattoo, it had been her first tattoo design, one of her first drawings in therapy, and that theme had become a central concept in her life.