Enya pov
My cheeks burn; I feel like all the blood running through my body will end up in my face. I hide behind Vincent as the shirt is rolled up, and I don't want anyone here to see me half-naked. Besides, something tells me way too many shifters would ask me about my scars. And that's not a topic I want to talk to anyone about; if anything, I'd rather forget the fact and keep hiding it. The Alliance has always said that scars make a man look like a real man, but they have never mentioned women. I believe that scars don't make me beautiful; they are a part of my journey- the ugly, vicious and inhuman journey. They are a constant reminder of what I have done, of the horrible crimes I committed.