As soon as he took her clothes off, if he looked at her in the light, he would see the scars. The marks etched into her skin, the eternal evidence of Ivan’s brutality. Evidence she would always carry with her.
Paul would reject her and her used, ravaged body. He would judge her, get angry, call her names. The names Ivan had called her. Cruel, degrading names.
No. She couldn’t bear it. Not from Paul.
