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Physical intimacy was essential for their relationship to deepen, and Millie was determined to overcome her inner fears and fully commit to him. "Would you go and get it for me, please?" she asked. "Me? You want me to do it?" "Should I get Tobias to do it for me then?" "Alright, wait here. I'll go get it," Pierce said. He then went and retrieved the scar cream that was specially formulated to lighten scars and enhance the skin barrier. When he returned, Millie was lazily sprawled on the chaise lounge. Her blouse was pulled aside to reveal her shoulder and chest, where the outline of her white bra was faintly visible. Her cleavage and the top of her soft bosom was exposed too.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

Zebian sighed heavily and pressed his lips before facing his back on her. He sat in a kneeling position while Renai read his movement. The cruel sight had caught her eyes, those torrents of tattered scars gracing his skin. She gulped when she began scrutinising the bruises. Some were new, some were faded patches but all of them were equally spine-chilling. The old scars were lighter than the newer ones but they equally told a story. Every scar had its own different story. The older ones were severely carved on his skin, the rough patches were tattooed on it and they made her wonder when did he get them.

“Not just good – amazing.” “One hundred percent amazing,” Jo said solemnly. “Thought so.” Scars held out a huge hand and she took it, felt the raised skin there. Without even looking, Jo knew that he had more scars on his hands and briefly wondered what he must look like under his jeans and blue t-shirt and cut: she’d heard from Jinx that the fire had burned Scars so badly, he’d needed reconstructive skin grafting on his back and legs. “It’s a pleasure, Jo.”

His face blank. Too blank. Mara’s hands paused for half a breath. Only half. Then she recovered and poured water over a cloth. Good woman. She knew better than to make a wound feel like a spectacle. I did not. Or maybe I did and still could not look away. Because the scars were not ugly in the simple way damage was ugly. They were deliberate. That made them obscene. Someone had taken time with his pain. Someone had planned where to hurt him so it would last.

The white sand drifted away. Beneath the white sand, the appearance of Pearlyn's arm became visible. "I..." As soon as she saw the state of her arm, Pearlyn's body trembled, her pupils rapidly contracting. She froze in place. What she saw was: On her arm, where the blood-stained scars had once been, the area where she applied the White Glycoside Cream had become completely smooth! The once terrifying scars had disappeared without a trace! Although there were still some faint white marks where the scars used to be, these marks were almost impossible to see unless one looked very closely!

N O T E A scar is the mark of a story that, on the surface, is private. It is an implication of what lies beneath and within. Complete scar removal is not possible, but most scars will gradually fade over time. Scars are a natural part of the healing process. Most will fade although they never completely disappear. At times, emotions and memories are stored so well that they can’t be recalled on command. Alternately, the psyche veils itself with trauma that has left its mark and overcompensates to dissociate from trauma. The scar is a container and a

Mare threw her hand over her mouth to stifle the gasp that threatened to fall. She couldn’t believe it. She took more steps forward, grateful for the shadows that shielded her. Perci had tied his hair up to prevent it from interfering with what he did. Mare moved close enough to see without being discovered. Her eyes widened. The prince’s naked back was covered in scars. They were not battle scars or scars one could get from training or from the recklessness of childhood. These were intentional deeply etched scars. Some were old and others were fresh and oozing blood and water.

I confirm. “Well, it would help me to visualize the scar if we can turn him onto his stomach. It’s been found that extra virgin olive oil can be sprayed onto a scar and it will illuminate it in various intensities based on the thickness of scarring. The brightest shade is normal skin, areas that don’t illuminate under the black light are really thick scar tissue and there are levels in between both.” “Cole?” I attempt to include him. “Will it hurt?”