Intimate Inspection

Magnus’s POV

"Stand up." I released her wrists and stepped back, already reaching for the buttons of my shirt. "Just give me a second."

I peeled the wet shirt off, hissing as the fabric pulled away from my skin. A faint red mark was already forming across my chest where the coffee had hit.

"Oh God," Cora breathed, her eyes fixed on the mark. She moved closer, her fingers reaching out tentatively.