My scarred arms below the rolled-up hoodie sleeves distracted me as Conner slid into the car next to me. Normally, I wouldn’t worry about the scar tissue, but we were headed to our new home. Did I want our first impression with our new neighbors to be one that could become unpleasant for everyone involved? Part of me wanted to offer a big middle finger to the entire world for any judgment they may make about me or my appearance, but another part.. The part that got hurt easily..
“Adrian?” Conner laced his fingers with mine, drawing my attention from my own skin to his. Smooth, uninterrupted flesh met my own scared tissue. But I knew his other hand was a match to mine, if not a little worse. I also knew that we were lucky. Vampire genetics meant the scars would eventually fade completely,
