A Sister’s Warning

Chapter Fifteen – A Sister's Warning

Zara's POV

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my own reflection.

For the first time in a long while, I truly looked at myself.

Dark hair cascaded over my shoulders, tangled from sleep. My silver eyes, usually cold and unreadable, now held something I didn't recognize—something fragile.

But what caught my attention most was my skin.

Or what was left of it.

My body was a map of scars.

Thin, faded lines from years of battles. Jagged marks from training.

But the worst of them—**the freshest wounds—**were from my father's whip.

Angry, red lashes crisscrossed my back, my shoulders, the backs of my arms. Evidence of my punishment.

Evidence of his hatred.

I swallowed hard, running my fingers over the ridges of my skin, flinching at the rawness.

No matter how much time passed, these scars would always be here.