Zack’s POV
I didn’t mean to open the door. I’d knocked but when no answer came, I thought she was asleep. Thought I’d find her curled under the blankets, maybe even finally resting.
“I wanted—” The words had died in my throat the second I saw her. My throat went dry instantly.
She was standing in front of the mirror naked.
Her dress was draped over the chair like it had been discarded in haste. Her back was turned to me at first, her hair tumbling down in dark waves that kissed the curve of her spine. The soft glow of the lamps caught on the faint sheen of her skin, tracing every line, every scar, every hollow and curve that made her hers.
Then she turned slightly, just enough for me to see her front, the bandages half-unwrapped across her ribs. The angry red mark from that damn red-e
