AMELIA
I spent the night curled up next to my man, unable to fall asleep as I couldn’t stop checking whether he was breathing or not. I knew my decision to meet up with Nate would upset him, but I didn’t want to act behind his back. I waited patiently till the sunlight woke him up.
“Stop staring, princess. It’s creepy.” He murmured and I responded in my usual way – with a proper eyeroll. I placed my hand on his chest and carefully touched the big scar. It was quite nasty, but it did not repulse me. I loved every inch of him, even the scarred parts of his body or personality.
“I wonder why you have never asked Theresa to heal your scar. She knows some spells to treat silver wounds.” Normally, he didn’t like it when I touched his scar. He always pushed my hand away and whenever I asked a
