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him the day he died. You can’t take responsibility for that too, I won’t let you,” Ani sobbed.
    Sebastian stared back into Ani’s angry weeping eyes and suddenly pulled his t-shirt off, revealing a beautiful muscled chest covered in ink.
    “Everything is here A ,” he whispered softly. “You want to know what I think, how I feel, why I made the choices I made? It’s all here.” He took Ani’s fingers and trailed them across the art on his chest and around his shoulders and across his back. “This is my story, this is who I am now.”
    “Oh Bast,” Ani breathed, trying to take it all in as she trailed her fingers across the pictures that were inked across Sebastian’s chest and stomach. “The Bean Sídhe,” she gasped, tracing the image of the Irish banshee of death with her fingers. 
    “I never heard her warning cry,” Sebastian murmured, covering Ani’s hand with his own as he traced the image of the tear sliding down the Irish fairy’s cheek.
    “Eva,” Ani whispered , running her fingers over the Irish letters that spelled out Éabha, the Irish name for Eve. She slipped her fingers under the heavy gold chain that hung around Sebastian’s neck, and fingered the gold medal that rested in the hair on his chest. “You still wear your St. Sebastian medal,” she observed softly.
    “ My father told me Raffi gave you his,” Sebastian replied gently, reaching into Ani’s tank-top and lifting the heavy gold medal out that hung between her breasts.
    “Raffi put it on me at the hospital the night I lost Eva,” Ani murmured, running her fingers over the Archangel Raphael medal, the Patron Saint of Healing. “I tried to give it back to your dad when Raffi died, but he wouldn’t take it. He said that Raffi gave it to me and obviously wanted me to have it. He told me to heal and feel the warmth of God’s grace around me,” Ani choked.
    “That’s what he said when he gave us the medals at our confirmations,” Sebastian whispered at the memory. “Let God’s grace surround you son.”
    “What does this mean?” Ani let the medal drop from her hand and she trailed her fingers across an intricate tattoo of an eagle and raven entwined together.
    “It’s a Celtic sy mbol for strength and freedom. In Celtic mythology the eagles and ravens were not considered bound to the land, they connected the warriors to the Gods,” Sebastian explained, closing his eyes as Ani continued to trail her fingers across his body, exploring his story.
    “Is this the Celtic knot shield?” Ani murmured, running her fingers across the beautiful knotted shield that spread across Sebastian’s chest.
    Sebastian nodded his head, keeping his eyes closed as he reveled in the sensation of Ani’s fingers on his skin.
    “What does this knot represent?” Ani whispered, tracing the unusual Celtic knot design under Sebastian’s collarbone.
    “Monk,” he whispered hoarsely as Ani’s hot breath teased his skin.
    “And the scales of justice?” Ani whispered, leaning down and replacing her fingers with her lips.
    “In the end, t hey called me The Judge inside….” Sebastian searched for the words to explain. “I was a peacekeeper of sorts. I helped to settle conflicts, brokered meetings between gangs… I was there a long time.”
    “Peacekeeper….” An i whispered, tracing the scales of justice with her tongue.
    “Ani….” Sebastian moaned, burying his fingers in her hair. “I’ve dreamt of your lips on my body for fifteen years,” he murmured as Ani continued to trail kisses across his chest and down to his groin. “Oh God,” he gasped when she started to pull his faded jeans off and kissed her way down his navel.
    “Why the monk symbol ?” Ani whispered, pulling Sebastian’s underwear off and closing her lips around him.
    “Did n’t let anyone suck my dick,” Sebastian moaned in irony as Ani took him deep in her throat and wrapped him in her hot wet mouth.
    “ God Ani, I can’t-” Sebastian gasped