Salt in the Wound (Lyonesse)

by Sierra Simone

Had my mother’s death truly changed him that much? Or had it been my mother keeping him good all those years, and then after her funeral, he’d reverted to whatever reptilian being he’d been before he met her?

I hadn’t known to dream about this.

how had I ever thought he wasn’t handsome? That his angular jaw and sculpted cheeks weren’t geometric perfection? That the bump in his nose and the scar near his temple weren’t dangerously beautiful? That his smile wouldn’t put the devil’s to shame?