Covered in scars, wounded all over, what was it about her that made Julian use his power to keep her here?
“I think there is something,” Julian cupped her chin, his lips following the line of her jaw, engulfing her, “Otherwise, why would I be so eager to see you?”
The previous times had happened in an unconscious state. This time, Julian was awake. There was no one around, and a sliver of cold, white moonlight fell on Vanessa's back through the window.
Julian brushed her hair aside, his eyes dark as he looked at the scars, not finding them ugly.
He saw them as cracks in a shattered crystal ball. As he held her, he stared intently at the scars. He had missed her during the week they were apart, intensely so, repeatedly, tormentingly.
Vanessa didn't cry, biting her lip to resist.
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