I pull my laces tight as Ward dresses in the pants I had given him.
“Do you want a shirt of some kind, I'm sure I can find something, or have someone bring something-” I offer but Ward shakes his head curtly. He paces silently over to me and walks behind me to swiftly tighten the stay for me. I try to control my breathing as his fingers brush my skin and linger on the bite after he ties the bow and hands me the tails to tuck away.
“I'll likely be out of them within a short period of time regardless.” Ward murmurs and I shudder. I know it's not what he meant, but my body is still reacting like he's propositioning me. I scoop up the bloodied red cape and Ward makes a noise in the back of his throat. “Wouldn't you rather wear another? It smells of death.” My expression hardens and I shake m
