I remember all at once that this desk has been fitted out with a panic button. When Misha told me about it, I barely paid attention. I thought he was overreacting, as per usual.
If I survive this, I’ll have to tell him later that he was right.
“What do you want from me, Petyr?”
“You can’t have conversations with a corpse,” I spit back. “Which is what I very nearly was after your last attempt on my life.”
“I hope you know that wasn’t personal,” he says, sounding surprisingly sincere. “I had to respond to Misha in kind.”
“By killing me and my children?”
His eyes slide down to my stomach. “By doing what was necessary. Speaking of which, congratulations on the twin bundles of joy. How amazing to produce two heirs at the same time. Misha certainly won the lottery when he plucked you out o
