CELIA
They were each other's mirror images with a few noticeable mirror differences…but my mind was still suspicious.
“Remove your shirt and show me the deep scar on your stomach.” I demanded.
“Have you gone mad?”
His eyes glared into mine.
“If you're not Killian, then prove it.”
He slowly stepped away from the bed and held the dagger in his mouth. His fingers started unbuttoning his white shirt while his fierce gaze was fixed on my face.
With each button, my heartbeat was rising.
He unbuttoned the last one, swiftly removed the shirt from his body, and flung it against the wall, showing rage.
His hand grabbed the dagger from his mouth.
I got up from the bed and walked over to him, closing the distance between us.
There was no scar!!!
My fingers touched his abs and even trie
