Clare

Next to the shower were a dozen of neatly stacked grey turkey cottoned towels, picking one from the pile, she opened the shower and looked down at the scar that marked her skin, but it was already gone, almost no sign of it left. Caidrian was right, she thought, shaking her head, of course, he was, she was standing in the proof.

As the water hit her skin, massaging her muscles with its powerful jet, she thought of how she was going to save her brother, she couldn’t even remember him, not one single memory or emotion attached to him. She knew she loved him, but Nathan, she considered him, he stood as a stranger to her eyes, but he resembled her mother, right to her heart, she should trust him. There was that spark when they spoke, ten minutes ago, but she wouldn't fall for it, not yet.