Alexander POV.
Mat stood there with a knowing look on his face. His eyes zeroed on my lips. He held his laughter as well as he could, knowing full well what we had been doing.
His eyes wandered behind me, his smile died down as he saw Amelia walk out after me. He was looking at the little pieces of her skin that were visible to him, and all he saw was scars. There were quite a few poking out from under the shirt. But I know that it was not the scars that made his mood change so fast. Just from looking at her, it was quite clear to him that what he saw was only surface. He had seen first hand what these types of scars mean, and that the ones in her head would never heal properly. They will always hunt her, and it doesn’t matter what we do.
But he said nothing, just covered his concern un
