"Damn you look like a sexy Willy Wonka." I grinned, sprawling my body on the bed, tucking my hands behind my head, and propping myself against the headboard.

Sinister had just gotten home from getting stitches, his once-swollen face was now dark with bruises, his thumb wrapped in gauze, his stitches hidden with a black sweatshirt.

His icy eyes were dim with complete exhaustion, his beautiful face bruised and broken with beatings.

He frowned as he looked ...