The thought slipped into her chest before she could stop it. Lucrezia didn't realize how her gaze lingered too long until his eyes lifted slowly to meet hers.
Lucrezia's breath caught like a thief caught stealing, and she quickly pulled her gaze away. Her pulse raced violently against her chest, and she fought hard to make it stable.
"There is something you wish to ask," he said.
It wasn't a question.
Lucrezia hesitated only for a moment. Would she push her luck too far? And when she finally spoke, quiet enough it sounded almost like a whisper, "…does it hurt?" She asked.
For the first time since waking, Vaeron looked almost genuinely caught off guard. Those cold features hardened by years seemed to showcase a single trace of human sentiment intentionally.
His brows lowered slightly at her words.
"The scars," she clarified softly, suddenly nervous. "Do they still hurt?"
