Octavia POV

Silver and I are currently in the ward, and we are just cuddling up. We were in the night, and everyone was in their various apartments. Silver is doing better now. By tomorrow, he should be up on his feet. I roam my fingers around his arms. He has a long scar running from his upper arm down to his lower arm. The scar looks deep.

"Who did this?" I asked.

"Kane did it," he said. I breathe out, moving to his other arm, where the same scar is.

"He ran two silver knives down your arm at the same time." I asked.

"Yes, he did," he said....