Phoebe
I covered my mouth, trying to suppress the disbelief at the sight before me. Finley’s body was covered in scars, some faint and barely visible, while others were harsh and unmistakably real. My gaze was frozen, my chest tight, and my brain struggled to process what I was seeing.
“What really happened to you?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn’t hide my shock.
Adonis stood near the door, arms crossed over his chest, a faint smirk playing on his lips, which only fueled my frustration. “Why don’t you let Finley explain? You’ll probably think I’m the bad guy if it comes from me.”
“You are the bad guy,” I snapped, making his smirk widen.
But my eyes quickly returned to Finley. He said nothing, his head lowered, his fists clenched tightly. His face flushed, hi
