Beth possessed it, too, and though it had been badly shaken, it was coming back. Today, for the first time in two weeks, she’d worn something other than a long-sleeved T-shirt and jeans. She hadn’t said anything, but he knew she’d used concealing clothing to hide the marks Trey had left on her arms and, on a more subliminal level, to minimize attention. The black, scooped-neck, short-sleeved T-shirt was far more feminine than anything she’d worn and showcased her elegant neck and shoulders. Nick glanced over her bared arms and could barely make out the last remnants of the bruises. Even the pink scars from the friction burns were barely noticeable. If he hadn’t known they were there, he wouldn’t be able to find them.
Another reminder fading away, he mused. The invisible reminders, he knew
