33: Bravery and survival (II)

They smiled at each other without a hint of malice. That encouraged Maksim to touch Camilla’s cheek. So soft, like the rest of her. “I’ll go change now,” he told her. “Wait for me.” 

Camilla rushed to her side of their shared closet, grabbed a few things, and ran to the bathroom. A chuckle escaped Maksim as he staggered to the closet and grabbed his outfit without any sense of urgency. He had only pulled on his cargo pants when his wife entered the room and slapped a hand over her mouth. He stood taller, his brows crinkling in worry as she surveyed him. 

Stalking towards Maksim like a puppet on a leash, Camilla stopped in front of him. Her brown eyes were on his body, judging him, and his hands instinctually clenched. He tried to picture it through her face. The amount of scars that came from tortures, punishment, near-death accidents, and rival attacks. She winced, her fingertips grazing his inked skin. Tattoos covered som