Chapter 57

• His brows creased, a confused look appearing in his eyes. She swallowed, trying to figure out what had just happened. Noah leaned back away from her and then in slow motion, he lifted the side of her shirt up. Her scar. She sucked in a breath and tried to jerk the material out of his hand. His gaze flicked to hers, something soft and asking was in his eyes. She released his hand and let him lift the shirt up a little higher.
• She watched his face when his hand stopped moving. He winced, pain on his face, then it changed to anger. When he looked up at her, she could see the hurt in his eyes. He touched the scar with a shaking hand. Without looking away from it, he spoke, barely loud enough for her to hear him.
• “Who did it?” His breath was erratic as if he was barely holding onto his composure.