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worry or see my suffering.”
    Unsure what to say, she nodded. She eyed the gloved hands and wondered what kind of scars forced him to cover up at all times. Had he been burned, deformed, or was he hiding the ugly scars of an accident?
    “Some of us wear our scars on the inside. Some lucky people have them on the outside.” He brushed over the scar on her face, lingering over the burn on her neck. She should have pulled away but found the soft touch of the glove soothing. His inner strength or power drew her. Not sexually like Shade, but mentally.
    “Lucky? I can’t think anyone would call me lucky.”
    He drew back. “Yes, lucky. You show the world your pain, your struggles. Every time you walk outside, you prove to those who hurt you that you survived. You have strength and they can’t defeat you.”
    Grabbing his hand in hers, she asked, “What about the inside scars? What do you do for those?”
    “Oh, dear lady, I had hoped you would be able to tell me.”
    Butterflies much like those that formed when one was about to be kissed for the first time fluttered in the pit of her stomach. It connected them, their understanding of one another. “If I knew, I would tell you.”
    “I promise the same.” He moved back to the front door where he had dropped a bag. Pulling out a hard case, he removed a pair of black-rimmed glasses “They aren’t the height of fashion but should do for this week to help you acclimate to the lenses. If they work, we can send the prescription to a special optometrist in New York to get them set into something more stylish.”
    “At this point, haute couture is the last thing on my mind.” She rested the frames on the brim of her nose and, in the darkness of the room, could no longer even make out his silhouette.
    “That’s the spirit. Ready to give them a try in the light?”
    She nodded, closing her eyes as he pulled back the curtains. With a great deal of trepidation, she lifted one lid then the other, allowing her the time needed to adjust to the glasses and the light. The lenses created a silvery effect.
    “It will take some getting used to.” Cyrus laid steadying hands on her shoulders. “But, for now, tell me what you see or, as it might be, what you cannot.”
    “I see shapes. Nothing in focus.”
    “As you train your eyes, they will see what is there and your brain will fill in the rest.”
    She tensed. Her world would become shades of silver, not even black and white. No color or real images to latch onto. She was, had always been a visual person. Fashion, theater, and art her forms of enjoyment. Now they were stripped from her.
    His hands tightened. “This isn’t forever, Ashlynn.”
    “How can you be so sure?”
    “I have faith in the powers of my sisters and in their abilities to heal.”
    “I feel like I have lost my faith.” She didn’t know where those words came from, but they tore from her. Tears pooled behind her lids, and, before she could turn away, do what she did best, hide her emotions as her mother trained her to do, he supported her in the strength of his arms. Warm and caring, taking on her issues as if they were his own.
    “Your pain is tearing me apart,” he ground out into her hair. His lips brushed the top of her scalp.
    The bathroom door opened, and Serena strolled out. Ashlynn had forgotten the presence of the other woman. Cyrus jumped back a foot. “Your bath is ready as Sage requested. Did I interrupt something?”
    Cyrus regained his composure first. “Not at all.”
    Serena smiled and headed back into the bathroom. “Whenever you are ready.”
    “She didn’t believe that for a second.” Ashlynn giggled.
    “You might be surprised. She is a bit naive sometimes.”
    “No one is that naive.”
    “I wouldn’t bet on it.” Cyrus said his good-byes to both ladies before taking his leave.
    Ashlynn entered the bathroom and waited to be left in private. When it became obvious the blonde intended to stay, Ashlynn sighed, undressed, and