Wendy’s POV“Easy,” he says, holding up his hands. “Just gonna take a look. You wouldn’t be the first to run dry in the middle of the road.”This close, I see it—The scars.There’s a jagged track that goes from his hairline, down his forehead, follows the curve of his eye socket, and bisects his cheekbone all the way to his jaw. There’s another big scar across his other eye, right through his eyebrow. And yet another vertically slicing through his lips.It looks like someone took a knife to his face. It doesn’t look like the desperate, haphazard slashes like you’d get in a fight or accident. It looks like evidence of torture. He must see the shock on my face, because his own expression hardens. The energy drink churns in my stomach. “Okay,” I whisper. “You can take a look.”He nods in acknowledgement. We’re both pretending like I have some power in this situation, when the truth is, I’ve never been more vulnerable in my life.Who is this stranger? And what the hell happened to h
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