Moon's eyes flipped open slowly, but every blink felt like sandpaper rubbing against raw meat. She tried to arch her back to sit up, but a scream died in her throat. Her chest felt like it had been used as a grill, and her face...! her face was a mask of agony.
"Son of a..." she hissed, her voice sounding like someone dragging a shovel over gravel.
She cursed the universe, the stars, and whatever twisted game fate was playing with her. In her past life, she was the beautiful one. She was the one who was supposed to be sipping chilled tea at a well-built fortress while Sunshine was the one meant to be dealt the bad hand. In that past, their father had burned Sunshine, leaving her with the ugly, jagged scar on her back.
