Draco tensed slightly when she reached for his arm, blinking in some surprise when her lips met his skin. “We are all scarred by the past,” he said quietly. “Some are just more visible than others.” His thumb drifted over her lower lip before she pulled away. He drew in a slow breath, letting it out as he tried to focus on anything but the woman in his bed. He was human, after all, and Mandy was beautiful. He could hardly blame himself for reacting to her. But the time was entirely wrong to act on it. “I find it hard to be proud of scars that were given to me by others who made decisions about my future. What I am proud of is that I am alive; there were times when I wondered if I would be.”