Wincing, Beauty took a few more tentative steps, tugging up the long sleeves of her shirt while she did it. In the sun, the darkness around her eyes was every more obvious. She looked down at the crook of one arm, then turned it outward for Jo to see. "Not long enough for that to heal," she said, hating to show it, but desperate to prove that it was nothing like what Jo had to be thinking. The pinpricks of the repeated injections were already sealed, but the bruising remained in yellow and green splotches.
"It isn't --" she began, then stopped and squeezed her eyes shut. "It's the only place where I knew I'd be safe. They're still out there -- the ones that did this."