Are You Really Eight?

Many would have thought this was insane as I held up my hair and let Bai Long Qiang look around my body for where he wanted this tracking device to go. But as far as I was concerned… this was our wedding band.

He would always be able to find his way back to me, and if he couldn't, I could find my way back to him.

"Here," he said, pointing to a spot behind my left shoulder. It would be easy for me to put in, and there was nothing in the area that would be impacted by the incision.

"Done," I smiled as I hopped up onto the bathroom counter. I angled my body so that my left shoulder was practically touching the mirror, and I took my number 15 blade and made the smallest of cuts.

"Don't do it too big," Bai Long Qiang warned, his eyes never leaving the section of my skin that was currently bleeding. "I don't want anyone who kidnaps you to know that you have a GPS tracker or for them to be able to dig it out of you."