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Savannah’s hand rested over her heart He tried dis, but she called him back

‘The daht be all that others see—but I see you, Ethan’

‘Me?’ he mocked unkindly

‘Your scars don’t change a thing for me, except that—’

‘Yes?’ he cut across her, certain now that he ument

‘They keep us apart,’ she finished softly

Just when Ethan needed her to be strong, she was crying for him, and for what he had lost

‘Dry your face and leave me, Savannah,’ he said harshly

‘I’hten me’

‘Then you haven’t looked at them properly,’ he assured her

‘Oh, but I have,’ she argued, seeing inside him more clearly than she ever had before

‘Look at ested in a voice that broke her heart

There was only one way past this Kneeling up on the bed, she reached out while Ethan stood tensely, like a hostile stranger But little by little the conviction in her eyes drew hiertips, traced the tramlines that criss-crossed his back and which looked as if they had been carved by a serrated knife She traced each one of theertips, until she reached his beloved face

‘I revolt you,’ he said confidently ‘You don’t need to pretend’

‘I don’t need to be here at all,’ she pointed out ‘Oh, Ethan, you couldn’t possibly revolt me You amaze me’ Ethan’s scars would always be a hideous re could inflict on another, but they didn’t make one jot of difference to the way she felt about him