Chapter 60

Nickolas

Amelia stares at me, her eyes wide with shock as they roam over my scarred body, taking in the myriad of marks that crisscross my skin and the fresh blood of Henry’s that paints me in a gruesome tableau. I can practically hear the thoughts racing through her mind. Disgusting. Ugly. He must have done something to deserve it.

Thank heavens, we’re enemies; otherwise, I’d be stuck with someone so repulsive. My heart clenches painfully in my chest, knowing with absolute certainty that those are the thoughts consuming her. Even if we weren’t enemies, my scars would have ensured we never ended up together.

“Who hurt you?” Amelia’s voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts, snapping me back to the present.

She takes a step closer, tears glistening in her eyes, and I feel a surge of anger and betrayal. She’s mocking me, pretending to care when I know she doesn’t feel an ounce of genuine concern.

It’s all a lie, a cruel joke at my expense, and i