Zachary Adams locked eyes with Danielle Rogers.

For the first time, he didn’t want to directly answer her question.

Danielle bit her lip. She knew it—Zachary was wavering.

Frustrated, she suddenly pulled off her clothes and turned her back to him.

A deep, jagged scar ran across her back, stark and shocking.

Zachary’s expression darkened instantly.

“What are you doing?” He quickly grabbed his jacket, trying to cover her.

Danielle shoved it ...