"When did that happen?" she whispered, unaware to remember who was the one who did it. "It's already healing…" she said as she felt the skin tightening. There would be nothing left there, not even a scar to remind her of the wound.
"Alice…" she heard Damian's voice and she turned around, startled. "That wound…how…"
"Damian" she called out his name, knowing clearly that the time had come. She couldn't hide it any longer. Unfortunately, she had been exposed by her own self.
"The wound, it healed completely on its own. You are not a supporter though, not even supporters can do that. Alice, what is going on?" he asked her. He was wary of her, many thoughts going through her mind. "You fought all these men on your own?" he wondered as he noticed the dead bodies.
