Kane's POV
My heart just stopped beating. When she feels the rough, uneven surface of my scars, it will spoil our moment. She will feel my shame on the tips of her soft fingertips, ruining my chance for happiness. For the second time in my life, I am absolutely terrified of the outcome of what could happen. The first time was when I shoved my father off my mother to save her life. If Ila touches me and recoils, the revulsion on her expressive face will be more than I can endure; I fear this time will be my undoing.
In a weird way, I am thankful the moon goddess made my mate blind. It feels like a small gift. But now, it is going to fall apart as soon as she touches my face. What if she asks how I got them?
“W-Why?” I ask, trying to control the slight tremor in my voice.
“I want to ge
