"You...were impaled by your own stake." It wasn't a question, just a reconfirmation of her words. That had to have a story behind it, but it probably wasn't a pretty one. She leaned toward him, his fingers prodding at the scar until his entire palm is covering it.

At her words, he met her eyes. His lips parted and he wanted to tell her that he wanted to know all of her secrets if only she'd keep looking at him like that, letting him touch her, letting him listen to the way her voice slid across his name. Instead, he simply nodded. Yes, he wanted to know a secret.