Chloe’s pov
I woke braced for pain that never came.
My hand went to my cheek on instinct, fingers pressing where the deepest gash should have been, and I found nothing but smooth skin under my fingertips. No scab. No raised edge of healing flesh. Nothing.
I sat up so fast the blanket tangled around my legs, my heart already hammering, and crossed the room to the vanity.
The morning light through the window fell flat and gray across the mirror, and I leaned in close, turning my face side to side, searching for any trace of what Edith had done to me on that road.
There was nothing to find.
My cheek looked the way it had before I'd ever left for Twilight, unmarked, unbroken, not even a shadow of bruising left behind. I pushed up my sleeve next, my breath coming faster now, and stared a
