"I think you look much better like this," Kastiel said with a satisfied smile, his red eyes gleaming with amusement as he surveyed his handiwork. "Don't you agree, Ezekiel?"
The guard station fell silent.
Everyone's eyes drifted toward Peter.
Or more specifically...
Toward the dark bruise around his eye. The swelling had turned the skin a deep purple-black, the color spreading across his cheekbone.. A thin cut ran along his brow, the edges still slightly red and angry, a thin line of dried blood marking its path. The bruise extended down to his jaw, evidence of a blow that had landed with considerable force. Another bruise bloomed along his temple, purple and green mingling together in a painful-looking mosaic.
