My vision blurs red. If my fucking father saw her in a towel, I’d have more than my brother’s blood on my hands.
“No. You need to wear something.”
I open my drawer. I should’ve thought of this, but I wasn’t planning on bringing her back so soon. I’ll have to call my cousins.
“We need to get you clothes,” I mutter.
“Funny thing about kidnapping someone and bringing them against their will to your house, isn’t it?” she says.
Jesus. This woman.
I open the bedroom door and stick my head out. “Give me five. I just got out of the shower, and I’m getting dressed. Don’t come upstairs.”
I slam the door with a click and turn to find her holding up a pair of boxers and a small, ivy-green T-shirt I don’t remember leaving there.
“What’s that?” I ask, already grumpy as fuck.
“It was the smallest thing in your drawer,” she says, rolling her eyes, but when she shakes it out, something twists in my chest.
No.
That’s Gleb’s. A shirt I stole from my mother before she got rid of all his clothes. Rafail would kill me if he knew I still had it.
She can’t wear that.
I take it from her hand and shove it back in the drawer. “Not that one.”
Great. Just fucking great.
She raises her eyebrows but doesn’t say anything.
I yank out a plain white T-shirt and toss it to her. “Tie it or do whatever the fuck you need to do.”
“What I need to do is wave my magic wand and shrink it, but since I’m the only witch without a wand, I guess I’ll wear it like a dress.”
She pulls it on, and it hits the tops of her knees. She looks adorable. Beautiful. Too fucking good in my clothes.
“Put the boxers on too.”
“Why? Afraid of a little thigh action?”
I cross my arms. “Afraid I might have to break the kneecaps of any asshole who steps near you, yeah.”
She whistles. “Oooh. Possessive. You sure you’re Bratva and not some overgrown dragon hoarding shiny things?”
I smirk. “You think you’re shiny.”
“Oh, honey,” she says. My heart turns over in my chest. “I’mradiant.”
“Put them on, little witch.” I narrow my eyes at her.
With a shrug, she slides my boxers on, then holds out the waistband to show me a full foot of material between her waist and the boxers.
I grunt. “Fine. You win. Take them off.”
“I could just pretend I’m asleep or something if you wanna see them alone.”
Good idea unless she decides she’s going to run again.
