"It's fine," she mumbled, shaking it off as best she could. But damn. It was an anatomically accurate vision, down to the tattoos, and she found herself turning red, as if she had been stripped down right there in the parking lot.

But there were bigger issues at play.

Rhiannon pushed away from the car and bent down to pick up a rock. She weighed it in her palm. "What was on my skin? Do you know?" she asked.