“What did it feel like?” His voice is low, throaty and almost tremulous. I blink up at him, processing his question, not understanding. Then I hold my arm out as I follow his stare. My jagged scar is on full display, bathed in dusk. “The knife?” I murmur, croaking out the words. Parker’s eyebrows dip, but his gaze slides back up to mine. “To love someone that much.”
