Ruby POV:
I reached up and touched the area. True enough, I was healed. The area felt completely smooth as if nothing had happened. I couldn't feel any evidence of the horrible trauma I endured, not even the raised skin of a telltale scar left behind. "Is there a mark?" I asked.
The man shook his head. "There is none," he replied as he glanced at Axel and then Xavier. He crossed the room to throw my bandage in a bin.
I watched him with narrowed eyes. Who is he? Where the hell were we, anyway? How long had I been asleep in order for my wound to have healed completely? And how could I have healed without so much as a mark? That man-creature had ripped into my throat.
I hadn't realized I had been slowly massaging the area until Xavier held my hand. It was as if I could still feel somethin
