Chapter 72

(Dimitri's POV)

A full moon lit the room almost as well as the overhead light. With bandages on my arm and in my lower rib and her hands. They have taken off my shirt to treat the wounds. I was surprised I didn't wake up, though I hadn't taken care of the stab wound as well as I should have. The fact I could not move told me it looked a lot worse than it was.

"Just sleep now, will you?" Her voice demanded.

I sawed my lip between my teeth. "You became braver than before, wife."

I was sure she'd have something more to say once the statement sank in, but she remained silent, sitting on the edge of the couch in nothing but one of my T-shirts. She looked like Michelangelo's wet dream. As usual, she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples visible beneath the white fabric.

"Because your hard-headed."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I'm hard..." I look at my cock and then at her frown face. "headed." she rolled her eyes after seconds of understanding.

She knows how to amuse me and it makes me smile every time