Underworld Chronicles: The Dark Descent

"I think my scars are like battle wounds," she said.

He frowned and said, "What does that mean?"

She gave him a small smile and said, "I mean, my scars like battle wounds, they are beautiful in a way, they show what I have been through and how strong I am for coming out of it," she paused. "They remind me of when my enemies tried to break me but failed."

He simply smiled, a slow beautiful smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle and put dimples in his cheek.

Despite herself, she felt her breath hitch in her throat. She found his beauty disarming in way.

When she could finally breathe again, she said, "What is it?"

"What?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

He shook his head, still smiling that smile that made her feel as if she would melt into her chair, "It's just that-it's just that I have never met anyone like you before."

She felt a strange fluttering in her stomach and a slow smile crept across her face.

She simply flipped herself and said, "I know, I am rather extraordinary."