"I cannot picture you as a redhead," he said with a soft chuckle. When she drew his fingers to the scars on her scalp, a frown crinkled his forehead just above his nose. "Boshe moi. I hope the ones who did this to my beautiful Sinthia are rotting in their graves."
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Date: 2016-03-15 01:40 am (UTC)