But again, the scar on his shoulder almost looked like a faint stain, as if it had been left behind by a mosquito bite or large chicken pock.

Inching closer and reaching out, she traced the slightly raised and lighter skin with her fingertips, examining the old wound.

Charles allows her to do this for a moment, speechless letting her touch him there curiously as her eyes shift from his scar to lock with his.

"I was shot once." He explained, sitting down on the bed across ...