Tristan looked at his shoulder, at Zeta's right hand that held him down with what seemed to be little effort on her part. Centered on the back of her right hand was a most intricate tattoo that featured a black circle surrounded by a thinner outer ring. It resembled the birthmark on Cianne's neck but it was bigger. Around the outer circle were four beautifully scripted words that he couldn't decipher. Starting at her wrist was a set of knives that were crossed at their hilts, while the blades encircled the script. The tips of the blades ended at the base of her middle finger.
"Nice tattoo," Tristan said. He used his right hand to grab Zeta's wrist, but her hand only moved a fraction before she applied more pressure. He was unable to stand no matter how hard he tried, but he refused to let her get him down on both knees.
Still resisting, Tristan turned his head to look up at her. She gave him a peculiar look as if she was trying to figure him out.