“Not all scars are physical, the emotional ones take longer to heal-but love is a scar that doesn’t heal, doesn’t callous, and doesn’t scab-it is always open, always vulnerable, and always waiting to be felt.”
The sound of Drew making his way towards the side of the bed had allowed Lavender to awaken in peace. She feared that the escape from that place of torture was only a dream, but the pleasant smile on Drew’s face had allowed her to validate the fact it was reality. The scent of coffee perfectly sweetened to the way she liked it, something he remembered from when they were still in the trial process of being mates, allowed her to begin to adjust to her surroundings with a great ease. Everything about her new surroundings had been better; everything to the amount of sunlight in compari
