C67 A single scar
“Let’s get you out of these clothes.”
A scowl crept onto my face, and I suddenly clutched my torn clothes, realizing that I was naked underneath the thin fabric.
"I'm pretty sure I can do that myself," I said to him, and I watched as amusement danced in his eyes. For the first time, my gaze fell on my arm, and I was surprised to find the gruesome wound gone.
“You’re still recovering
