Eros brought food for Emily every day and it had been a week since that accident, but Emily didn't look any better.
Yes, her wounds would heal in time, but it would leave marks, big ghastly scars that she would have to bear for the rest of her life.
Ariana, the healer, was not able to heal them because they were entwined with dark magic, even though they still didn't know how Eros could be in touch with dark magic. It did not make any sense.
But, needless to say, that was not the problem right now, because Eros' problem at the moment was Emily, and the scars on her face that would be a constant reminder of how he had hurt her. He lost control for a second and Emily had to bear the consequences of his actions for a lifetime.
"Emily…" Eros sat down in front of her, but she moved away and this broke his heart. He couldn't stop blaming himself for this. He hated himself for causing her so much pain. "I…"