My hand darts to my gun. That’s it. No matter how much Otets valued him, I cannot keep around a man who’ll show me suchblatant disrespect.
But before I can whip out my weapon, a smooth voice intervenes.
“I understand your concern,” Mia smiles, far too gently for someone with her temper, let alone one who’s been called astripper and a w***e in the last minute. “It’s reassuring, honestly. It means you really care about my Yulian.”
My Yulian. The words stick in my brain in a way I cannot explain.
“But—” And here her voice takes a dangerous, icy plunge. “—I believe you know him well enough to realize what he will orwon’t tolerate. Don’t you?”
Then she takes my hand, guiding it away from my gun.
That’s when I realize she’s shaking.
Of course. This whole thing is an ac
