Healing the Impossible

Lucian's pupils quivered faintly as Rosalind's words struck him like a dagger to the heart.

Rosalind asked directly, "Do you hate them?"

"Of course I do," Lucian replied through clenched teeth.

For countless days and nights, he had burned with the desire to tear his enemies limb from limb, to make them pay dearly for what they'd done.

His gaze fell upon his wrist. That hideous scar had shattered a