Persephone's POV.
"For some reason... I woke up this morning, and while I was taking my bath... I noticed something"
Immediately the words tumble from my lips, I see the resolute acceptance in Damien's eyes.
"My scars were gone. All of them"
He doesn't respond.
"Do you have anything to do with that?" I ask.
Yea..." He says "I just didn't want to keep seeing reminders of what that freak did to you. Your skin... Its so beautiful and I hate to see something spoiling it" He continues with a smile on his face "I could bring it back if you want. I realize now that you might probably want it as a reminder of what you survived, what he did..."
"He didn't do that to me" I shake my head, watching as his brows knit in confusion.
"Who then?" He asks
"I did"
He freezes. His eyebrows
