Josh
Fury. That's all I feel looking at the dark bruises riddled across her ribcage. Loki was full of rage, ready to rip apart the son of a b*tch that dared lay his hands on our mate.
And I would let him, if I knew that we wouldn't be caught. I touched the bruise tenderly and she winced.
"Your husband?" I asked her in a hushed voice. I could even hear Loki trying to peek through. My voice was rough and garbled and by the look in her eyes, she could hear it too.
Stop. Get back. We can't do anything about it right now.
He backed up and I sighed in relief.
Her eyes were wary as I continued to touch her bruise adled skin. There was a flush in her cheeks and I couldn't be sure if it was from me touching her, or embarrassment from admitting the truth.
"Yes."
I growled and moved back in
