Bella caught Jace off guard. In an instant, she had already torn open his collar, exposing his defined shoulder.

She was searching for a birthmark the size of a coin on his left shoulder. Hugh had a birthmark there; it was a faint pink mark that she remembered vividly.

The hope Bella had allowed herself to feel was quickly extinguished.

Instead of a birthmark, she was met with a long and vicious scar, two fingers wide, that snaked down his left shoulder.

The scar stood out starkly against his fair skin. It was gruesome.

As a former doctor for Doctors Without Borders, Bella had seen her fair share of injuries on the battlefield. Yet the severity of this scar sent a shiver down her spine. This was not an ordinary knife wound.

It looked like the aftermath of an explosion, a wound so severe it was as if he had been torn apart and stitched back together, skin and muscle pieced back like a grotesque puzzle. Could it be possible that...

"Ugh-!"

she could process what

death wish?" Jace hovered over her, his jaw clenched

Bella felt no fear, only a bone-deep sorrow that coursed through her body. "Why do you have such

it hurt?' Her gentle question pierced Jace's mind like a bullet,

recesses of his

softly, tears

to touch his face, but Jace abruptly released her and stood

not even Christopher will be able to

warning

the door tightly behind him. He leaned heavily against the door closed his eyes, and shook

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