Kyle had sensed something was wrong with Veronica the moment he saw her this morning.
She wasn't herself.
The way she spoke, the way she clung to him, even the look in her eyes felt unfamiliar. It wasn't an act, nor could he sense the influence of any spell. Whatever had changed her had come from within.
The dream?
Yes, it had shaken her. He could see that much.
But not enough to twist her entire personality into something so unrecognizable.
And now she had shattered every expectation by standing before him in nothing but her bare skin.
Kyle immediately averted his gaze as she walked toward him.
"Veronica..."
"Look at me, Kyle."
She gently took his hand before lifting it to her stomach, pressing his palm against the deep scar that carved its way across her skin.
"Am I not attractive to you?" she whispered. "Do these scars disgust you?"
Kyle slowly raised his head and met her eyes.
