The Promised Luna
Damon, and Riven stood by each of my side, and held me down.
“This is going to hurt,” she whispered, and I sighed.
“Not with you doing it,” I said, like someone who was high, or rather drunk in love.
Instead of the pains that I was supposed to be feeling. Ayla warm hands overshadowed the pain, and in seconds she was through.
“There's a scar,” I heard Silvia's voice.
“Not a scar,” that was Maria's voice. “But a dead skin.”
I didn't feel the glow of Ayla's hands. Instead I felt her fingers as she peeled the dead skin off my body.
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