Ninety-Nine Scars

Summary

My mercenary husband saved his poisoned teammate by sleeping with her in the jungle. All night.

When he returned, he was carrying her—clothes torn, body covered in marks—and he knelt in front of me.

“Nina, Chloe took the hit for me. It was a narco-toxin. I couldn’t just watch her die.”

He knew I’d be hurt. As penance, he'd already taken a knife and carved seven deep, bloody lines into his own chest.

But the toxin was still in Chloe’s system. Every time it flared up, my husband, Marcus, would go to "save" her.

And afterward, he would carve another tally mark into his skin.