33Lucas
After I escort Michael out of the house and hand him over to Diego, I return to the bedroom to find Yulia asleep again. Though the bruises from Kirill’s assault are barely visible now, deep blue shadows lie under her eyes, and her face is pale and thin. She lost weight during the illness, and she once again looks disturbingly fragile, like a glass figurine that could shatter at the slightest touch.
I must be a pervert, because I want her anyway.
Taking a deep breath, I undress and climb into bed beside her. The pillows are all bunched up, so I arrange them more comfortably and lie down, pulling her against me. She’s still wearing the T-shirt, but I don’t mind the barrier between our bodies.
It keeps my lust for Yulia under control, helps me maintain the illusion that I’m a disp
