"A human," Luna agreed with the smallest of nods. "A boring human stalker who'd decided the tattoos needed to go." His hand on hers was so comforting, even if she felt horribly exposed in telling him these things. She watched his hand instead of his face.
"Just a few days. Not long enough for him to finish what he wanted, but long enough that Hecate needed to heal me some so I didn't have to get someone else's skin grafted onto the places he took."