Eighty

VALERIA

A surgery. Undergone in less than a week all just because of a scar! I quirked a brow. Dimitri certainly had so much money to order a surgery done at the snap of his fingers, but I had the nagging feeling that something about his explanation didn't seem quite right.

He had right tone of sincerity when he had been explaining why he had left me at the hospital. His expression had fit in with his explanation. It had been earnest, a little guilty and a tiny bit embarrassed. And then there was the incontrovertible evidence of me seeing and touching the smooth, white skin of his arm which had regained the perfection of the other parts of his body I was so intimate with.

So why did it feel that I was missing something, that his explanation of events wasn't quite right? With some effort, I threw off my apprehensive mood and smiled at him.

"You really didn't have to go through all that trouble," I said. "You're-"

"I am?" Dimitri tilted his head to the side and regarded me, almost but n