Mitchell swallowed, reached out to touch, trace the thin lines lightly. "Oh, Sam," he said softly, his voice tight with sympathy, and anger--directed not at Samandriel, but at whoever had done this. He'd seen such savagery before, had a vicious and violent past himself, thanks to Herrick. But he couldn't imagine anyone hurting a human being like this. He knew it happened, that it was commonplace, but it was still shocking for him to come face-to-face with it.
"Who did this to you?" he demanded. He couldn't remove the scars, but he could avenge them.