Chapter 340: Reflections of the Past

Damon stood before the mirror in his bedroom, shirtless, his reflection staring back at him.

He turned slowly, exposing his back to the mirror.

His gaze locked onto the large scar that stretched across his shoulder blades, a jagged, pale mark that had once been an angry red wound.

It had been years since he'd intentionally stood like this, scrutinizing it.

The last time he'd really looked at it, not just glimpsed it by accident, was back in Stockton.

Back when his frame had been smaller, his body leaner, and the scar stood out like a glaring wound on a boy not yet fully grown.

Now, with his broader shoulders and the added muscle that came with his years of dedication, the scar had shifted.

It got a little longer, and the edges pulled along the curves of his back.

No longer did it look like an open cut, but rather like a scar that would never go away.