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I never liked people getting too close to me. It might have been my survival instincts and trust issues, but I'm used to people being cruel. With both my parents gone, years of surviving as a lone wolf taught me to expect only the worst in humans. Kindness isn't something I see every day. Scar watches me as I wrap up the cuts around my hand with a white cloth. As his name says, he has quite a glaring scar that runs from his left eye to the side of his jaw. His bare chest shows numerous tattoos and battle marks. A leather belt hangs on his waist, securing a pair of cargo pants.

the older female says and I smile a little before Modok wraps his arm around my waist. "Mother, Father, Eida, this is Xiu," Modok says and I smile at the women before looking at the big male. When I do my eyes widen. The male's face is badly scarred. I haven't seen an injury on anyone the entire time I have been on Kea. Their medical treatments are so good I didn't think people could be scarred like he is. He looks scary with his white eye and a wide healed-over gash that runs from his hairline to his cheek.

Scar glanced lightly at the couple who also looked at him. "Hahaha! I suddenly feel happy and I will leave it to you" After speaking he exited the place in a good mood leaving only Scar in the room. Scar stood at a spot and looked at the couple, he raised his eyes and looked around to he sure that there is nothing like CCTV camera. After he confirmed, he picked up the Whip that lay on the floor and walked closer to the couple. "You!" The woman looked at her as tears fell from her eyes. "He looks a lot like me, could it be him?" The man hugged his wife and looked at Scar intently.

After we arrived at Moli's dusty condo, I ordered her to go and buy some grocery for us because I'm starving. Now, I just finished cleaning her d*mn hell dusty condo unit. I was about to sit on the single couch when I saw a protruding paper. I wrinkled my forehead and took it and I was just so shocked to see what it was! It’s not a paper, it's a picture! A picture of two people. They look like boyfriend and girlfriend because the man is holding the woman's waist while the woman is turning her back so I can't see her face while the man the looking down. I can't see who it is because the photography is also blurred, it looks like it was just stolen!

The crowd gasped, a unified sound of terror and awe. The man slowly lifted his head. It was Kairi. But it wasn't the Kairi I had lost. This was a Kairi forged in the crucible of the shattered multiverse. His face was harder, his eyes held a storm of cosmic weariness, and a jagged, luminous scar cut across his cheek, pulsing with the same dead light as the tear in the sky. But his eyes… when they found mine, the storm in them stilled. In their depths was the same fierce, unwavering love that had defied death itself.

They looked dangerous in a different way. My eyes landed on one of them, he stood slightly ahead of the others. He was tall, broad around the shoulders with long dark dreads that had cowries woven into them. He had a scar that ran from his left temple to the corner of his jaw, it was not disfiguring it just made it known that he had been through tough wars. He was smiling, and this was not the type of smile I was used to. This one lingered like he was amused and had already picked something or someone of interest.

I went to his posts and showed them one. "Does this man look familiar to you?I said as I showed a a the picture.They looked at each other, confused the sky said "He looks like Scar though." I looked at Scar as if to confirm,I was confirming nothing,I have been seeing it I knew they lookede alike. I looked at sky,it seems she was thinking.She then opened her mouth in shock. She took the phone from my hand and looked at the photo again,then she signed, looked at me then said"Do you want to say what am thinking?"

Instead, Kovoc merely raised a single brow and nodded toward her. “Bring her,” he said, voice low, sharp, foreign-accented. A command masquerading as curiosity. The guards didn’t ask why. They didn’t need to. By the time she stood in front of him, her pulse was climbing her throat. He was taller than she’d thought, broad-shouldered, inked skin peeking from beneath the cuff of his tailored shirt. There was a scar cutting through the edge of his lip, the kind that didn’t ruin a face but rather gave it a dangerous story.

I gasped when he said that, but how did you know about that. "Well, you see, although you and Emily are practically the same people, there is a slight difference between you to." He said, looking at me for the first time since I revealed the secret. "How will you know about that," I asked him the tears were flowing now, I'm crying for so many reasons. "Well, both you and Emily have the same green eyes. But with yours, there is a speck of grey around the pupil. But people see it as just the emerald color" he said. He was looking deep into my eyes.

,he pushing his luck Scar growls viciously. "see that is where your wrong ball sack I learned at thirteen how to treat women right and I bet my pretty boy face she'd rather be with me than you" ,he growls and I look at Josh this is the rogue we were looking for. He masked his scent. How the fuck? "I don't want you Bert I told you daily I don't want or need you but you keep grabbing at me",Scar wants out to kill. We kill we may freak her out and never get her I say but I'm doubting a human could handle being my mate.