“Are you feeling better?” Elgin asked, handing me a steaming mug of tea.
“Yes, thank you,” I replied, settling down next to him. “The shower is a real treat.”
Sitting cross-legged by the fireplace, he passed his hands in front of the flames. My eyes froze on his movements. He had long fingers, neatly clipped fingernails, no scratches, not even a single patch of dry skin. Regeneration had to be something fantastic. It is unfair! It took me more than a month to recover from a ridiculous little bruise!
I looked up at his profile and at the thin scar that crossed his face. He must have suffered tremendous damage for this injury not to heal completely. I longed to know what had hurt him so much.
“Elgin?” I dared timidly.
“Yes?” he replied without turning his head.
“What ha
