Three Scars:Betrayed by the Don
Back to the time I foolishly believed he was loyal to me?
I was practically dragged to the operating room by Gavin.
I held the cold scalpel in my hand.
My hand was steady—a professional instinct, even though my body was so weak I could barely stand.
Sofia lay on the table, unconscious from the anesthesia.
As the nurse cut away her gown, revealing her chest, my scalpel stopped dead.
Just below her collarbone, near her heart, was a black tattoo.
It was a blooming black rose entwined with a dagger—the sigil of the Whitestone matriarch.