Looking up at him, I waited for him to look back at me, and then I said, “Take off your pants.”
His eyebrows shot the whole way up to his hairline, and I realized at once what I had said, and what it sounded like.
“I didn’t mean it like that!” I said quickly, blushing furiously. “I just wanted to check on your wounds.”
“Oh,” he said, a soft little sound that was filled with disappointment.
“I just…”
“It’s fine,” he said. He unhooked his belt, then shuffling a little on the seat, he pushed down his pants to his knees, revealing the worst of the damage.
While the wounds themselves had healed, the lingering trace of silver remained as long dark streaks that chased along his veins. The area around the darkest of the sections was red and inflamed, clearly painful.
“When we get to the h
