He was a bit slow to reach up and stop her from running her hand over his chest. So his hand hung lamely in the air as his wife felt what he had been trying to hide.

Last night, she probably hadn't noticed because the pit of despair she had been in was deep and cold. This afternoon was a whole different story.

He winced a little. "The... bruises on my body are... not from my typical targets. They're more... infernal in multiple senses. But! Sofia Strange assured me they'd heal up naturally."