My eyes land on the thick scar on his side, where a whip must have wrapped around and sliced him open. Senseless anger rushes through me. I already know what he’s been through. The scar isn’t new.
But still, I hate whoever used him so carelessly.
My eyes land on the thick scar on his side, where a whip must have wrapped around and sliced him open. Senseless anger rushes through me. I already know what he’s been through. The scar isn’t new.
But still, I hate whoever used him so carelessly.