“That right there, Raven. What I just saw play out in those beautiful eyes. The demons and scars that remain. That’s why I’ve been terrified of giving into my love for you. Because I bear the same wounds, but they are so vile and ugly and gnarled that I know the only thing I’m going to do is taint you with it.” “I hate them, too,” I admitted on a devastated whisper. Sorrow pulsed through his features, and he ran his callused palm over my cheek before he set it on my jaw. “I don’t just hate them,
