Savage. You can see why I loved her so much.
And yeah, obviously, the activities that Matvei and I have partaken in tonight are pretty much the polar freaking opposite of yoga, spiritually speaking. But maybe I need to amend Giana’s test, because watching a man throw you over his shoulder, beat up some assailants to defend your honor, and then tend to your wounded knee is also a pretty good measure of his prowess in bed.
I just know it. I know it in my bones. Matvei’s got the goods.
Unfortunately for me, though, he also now has Mr. Refrigerator’s ugly little oyster-shucking blade jutting out of his torso.
I look past Matvei to see the man responsible for the stabbing. He’s lying on his back just behind us, gasping like a beached whale. It looks like the last of his strength was used to
