The moment of staring back at them when she'd looked into the mirror then, hadn't been forgotten. For she'd studied them for so long and wished earnestly they would disappear, as it brought with it a traumatic nostalgia; the fear of that dying minute...
But now they were suddenly gone.
There was not a shade of it left. Even if eventually they'd suddenly healed so quick, a mark would have remained.
But her neck appeared so clear like it had never been touched...
Like the unblemished arms of Prince Derek, the cuts on his arm had vanished, and she'd seen the scratches on his wrist heal.
Heavens!
Rain's mouth was instantly thrown agape in remembrance.
Back then, when he'd yanked her by the waist... and forced her to hold her head in place.
"It wouldn't be nice if your kinsmen were to meet you this way." He'd said that, and then he'd run his fingers over her neck before letting go.