Chapter 25 Omertà
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- Well, they weren't entirely gone. Thin pinkish lines remained on Cloe's pale forearm. Not fresh wounds. Not white scars either on damaged skin. Just strange pinkish marks.
- "Your stitches were clean and thorough." Cloe's voice became more hushed as her gentle hazel eyes blankly stared at the floor. Her expression had turned somber. "Specially the bigger ones."