Sin looks ready to commit murder. His tattoos glow a deep and bright red, and even his eyes hold the glow. I snap my legs closed, not wanting to give him a bigger show than I already have.
His voice is low, and there’s a dangerous edge to it, “You were told to heal her. What the fuck are you doing, touching her?”
Magnus stands, helping Damien up. They look annoyed.
“We are healing her,” Damien snaps.
“We are simply providing some pain relief in the process,” Magnus adds.
Sin’s jaw works, and his eye twitches.
“Out,” he whispers.
“But…” Damien starts to argue.
Sin doesn’t raise his voice, “For as long as she is my partner, you will not touch her. Do not test my good nature.”
Magnus rolls his eyes before placing his arm around Damien and giving me a final wink as they head out of the room. “Until next time, little enigma.”
Sin growls, but it isn’t enough to mask Damien’s complaint. “Typical possessive Destroyers. They never share.”
Their voices fade, and it’s just me and Sin.
Only Sin is wearing pants. I think that puts me at a disadvantage. I shift, placing my hands in front of the junction of my thighs in a last-ditch attempt at modesty.
Sin’s eyes track the movement, and his gaze grows heated before he notices the blood on my leg and glares at me. “Would you care to explain why you are half-naked?”
I huff, “It’s not rocket science.”
Sin growls again.
I roll my eyes at his display. “What else am I supposed to do? I don’t have any underwear here, Sin. I’m working with what I’ve got.”
Sin narrows his eyes before grabbing a hot towel and placing it on the cut. He pushes on it, making me hiss from the pain. “Hold this, apply pressure, and don’t move,” he orders before apparating out of the room.
He’s back a second later, throwing a pair of lace booty shorts at me. I catch them and gasp, “These are mine! Sin, what the hell are you doing with my underwear?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Sin answers.
I glare at him, pulling my leg away, when he steps closer.
Sin rolls his eyes as if I’m the biggest inconvenience in the world. “I was in your realm tonight, gathering some of your things. I figured you might want them after you decided to stay.”
“I –” I pause, shell-shocked. “That’s very thoughtful. Thank you.”
Sin nods to the underwear. “Can you get them on?” he snaps impatiently.
I nod, leaning forward, but wince as the action puts more pressure on my injured thigh, causing the cuts to bleed more.
Sin’s sigh is so strong it could probably knock over a small house as he reaches over, snatches the underwear, and gently threads my legs into them. He doesn’t make eye contact as he mumbles, “Fates grant me strength.”
Rude.
I know I’m covered in blood and dirt, but he doesn’t have to sound so offended at having to touch me.
“Look, if this is too uncomfortable for you, just send Magnus and Damien back in. I’m sure they can finish the job,” I snap, my cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
Sin’s eyes snap back to mine, and his hand reaches under my non-injured thigh, tightening before lifting my hips.
