Right on Ivana's shoulder were deep jagged scars that were darkly visible on her pale flesh. Some were old, faded to thin silver lines but other were new, raw and still healing and those were signs of a recent brutality. I cocked my head at the sight, leaning forward so I could get a closer look at it, I stared at the horror that had been done.
I lifted my gaze to stare at Ivana who sat still as she exposed herself to me. A look of indifference was on her face but I could see the way her bottom lip trembled only slightly. She wasn't the type to show her vulnerability. I know she wore her arrogance like a shield and the reason why she gave witty remarks was because that was the only weapon she knows. She uses her tongue as a sword to cut down anyone in her path since she was unable to fight physically. But now, sitting here opposite her as I stared into her eyes, I could sense the desperation coming from her and also the fear.
