Chapter 114

Had I ever noticed how beautiful his eyes were? Of an almost celestial blue, crystalline, deep. I drew the shape of his eyebrows, thick and well defined, with the tip of my finger; and the white scar at the corner of his mouth. He tried to bite my finger, in a half-hearted movement, but after giving in for a moment to appreciate the sharp tip of one of his fangs against my thumb, I moved my hand away so that we could both concentrate.

Ivan was torn between asking the question or not asking it, and honestly I wouldn’t have minded that; it would have only hurt me to continue talking about it. He didn’t look down, but I felt his thumbs pressing over the small, familiar scars on my belly, barely noticeable. In those years, we had talked about many things on the phone and in person, but never about the accident or what happened to me after that, just the occasional veiled hint that, if he was as smart as I thought, he would have interpreted very well. I want to believe that he neve