All of Donovan's anger vanished at once. And his eyes went wide behind the helmet as he looked her over, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me. What the hell happened to you?"
For the first time, Anna's voice lost some of that distant calm.
"The right question isn't what happened to me... but who did it to me."
Donovan barely heard her. His gaze had snagged on the enormous scar covering most of Anna's body.
From the base of her neck almost down to her hip, a huge scar warped her entire torso.
The flesh twisted into uneven ridges and hollows, with bruise-colored edges and hardened patches that looked as if they had healed badly over and over again.
But the worst of it was in the center.
Right below the sternum there was a depression so deep that Donovan couldn't understand how Anna was still alive.
Anna let go of the torn fabric and let it hang down on either side of her body, showing not the slightest shame.
"Who did this to you?"
