REIGN'S POV
A gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it. My hand came up to muffle it but it was too late. Ivan already noticed my outburst.
He turned back to look at me, his eyes clouding in realization.
I had seen the scars on his back and they were not just any kind. They were whip marks, cigarette burns and others that I could place where he got them from. Just as I imagined several times, he had tattoos on his back but they were not enough to cover the gruesomeness on his back.
Who did that to him?
Ivan’s whole demeanor was clouded in regret and I knew if he could wipe my memory, he would.
Realizing my continuous presence was a time ticking bomb, I turned back to the door, in a hurry to leave his sight. He had not said anything but I knew venom was just at the tip of his to
