"Turn to me," he demanded. She did what he asked, and the light of the fire surrounded her like a giant halo, enough to see the dips and curves of her body in their entirety. It looked more compelling than he thought it would: a soft stomach, smaller than average breasts, hips and thighs with enough flesh that it made him oddly want to bite. A scar twisted on her stomach from a dark curse, similar to the one he had on his chest.