As she watched, the bruises and swelling faded.
She traced the bruises around her wrists from the bindings.
She still bore the bruises from upsetting him two days ago.
The bruises on her body confirmed what she'd never say: she was barely making it through this assignment.
She pulled up her shirt to confirm the bruises were gone.
She gasped and yanked away, but not before he saw the bruises on her upper arm.
"Husband do that?" he asked, glancing at the bruises on her arm.
Bruises in the shape of fingers reminded her of the ordeal.
Pity for the boy increased as Taran studied the bruises on the youth's arms and face.
Bruises and a threat.
Bruises to broken bones to being sliced up ... nothing would be left of her at the end of the week.
Krummholz oil, valued in Germany as an outward application in rheumatism and for bruises and sprains, is distilled from the young branches, and a fragrant white resin that exudes in some quantity from the buds is used for similar purposes and as a perfume, under the name of Hungarian balsam it is sold in the towns of Germany, being probably obtained from the Carpathians.
The explosions were coming faster, and he launched to his feet, ignoring the bruises and scrapes along his side.
She indicated the new bruises on her face and neck.
Her bruises were gone, and her two-toned eyes were calmer than they'd been.
She didn't even feel the bruises and scrapes covering her body, but she felt Darian's scorching fingers.
Her forearm was still swollen, Jonny's fingers clearly outlined in black-purple bruises on her skin.