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“Your scars have healed," Kierian said, touching one of his light, slender fingers to a torn place in Mark's shirt where skin showed through.
"But they are still ugly," Mark said. He was waiting for the first stars to come out, so he could name his family on them. He didn't see Kieran draw closer until the other boy was opposite him, his face elegantly shadowed in the twilight.
"Nothing about you is ugly," Kieran said. He leaned in to kiss mark and Mark, after a moment of surprise, turned his face up and met Kieran's lips with his.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight