“W-what?” I asked when he said that, crossing my arms across my chest even though I was still fully clothed. How could he be in the mood after everything that has happened? “I don't think now is the right time.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Right time for what?”

“To do whatever nasty thing it is you’re thinking about.”

He crossed his arms. “And how is wanting to take care of you and treat your wounds a nasty thing?”

My face grew hot. “Oh. I… I didn't…”

“Just take off your clothes and get in the bath, Isabella. My dick will stay in my pants.”

I nodded and turned away to...