Siren's Call (2015)
“Hideous.
Monstrous.
Opal scrubbed the wet washcloth against her right cheek, leaving a skid of pigmented foundation on the yellow terrycloth. With the tip of her left index finger, she traced the white scar that ran from under her right ear to the corner of her mouth. Three plastic surgeries had smoothed the ridge of keloid tissue, yet the white pigmentation of dead skin would always remain.
Scarred for life. If she could only get the last of it gone... But the doctors assured her this was as good as it would get.
She threw the washcloth against the shower wall. The abomination was a curse. A person as perfect as Nash deserved so much more. Opal pictured his smooth, unmarred olive skin and grimaced at her reflection.
It’s okay, love, Nash whispered in her mind, the way he did every night. Soon I can declare my love for you in person.
The moist heat from the shower was like his hot breath caressing her skin with endearments.
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