Hooked

by A.C. Wise

His gaze flicks up again to find Samuel watching him, his expression unreadable. A faint scar marks his cheek, marring the symmetry of his face, yet adding to it somehow, making it more pleasing. It isn’t a face like any other, it is uniquely Samuel’s, marked by his hand. Guilt twitches in him at the same time as a strange, possessive thought—mine.