Celeste sat on the edge of the luxurious bed, staring at her hands. They were scrapped and bloodied. Her feet ached, despite having washed the wounds clean, and her supernatural healing abilities already having healed them a great deal. Her hair was still damp, clinging to her face and neck as she stared down.
The long sleeve shirt she’d worn covered many of the marks on her arms, though she was rather certain that they were likely at least mostly healed by now. She had always been careful about her appearance, never having let herself be hurt or damaged in anyway. Since she had found out Darius was her fated mate, she wanted to ensure that she always looked perfect for him. Never once did she want him to look at her and not find her extremely attractive.
Though, that was then, and this
