The Scars We Share

He owned me, body and soul. He vowed to be the man to kill me.

Avis. A Mercy Man. A murderer.

I saw my moment, and I escaped. Broken and bloody, I ran. Right to a town called Seascape.

Right to the Hellhounds Medic.

Strike took care of me and promised to keep me safe. Forced between his club and the girl who had the name of the man they spent years looking for carved across her body.

But Avis would find me and I knew he wouldn't let me go again.

I was dead if I stayed, and dead if I left.