Francesca’s words hit Sawyer harder than she had expected, and he looked down at the ground between them without saying a word.
She looked at him as objectively as she could, trying to decide if she had hurt him too much for no good reason.
Her eye was drawn to his tattoo again, and she realized for the first time that the scars it covered were the ones she had inflicted.
He had suffered hundreds of wounds, yet even the one which ran over his heart had not bothered him enough to feel any need to conceal it.
It made her throat feel scratchy and her chest tightened in a way that caught her completely off guard.
The needless insult she had thrown at him when she noticed the tattoo seemed completely callous now but apologizing would only mean she had to acknowledge that she had noticed wh
