Before he releases my hand, I feel the press of his lips on my knuckles. Just once—just enough to drive me crazy.
“I almost forgot,” he says. “I have a gift for you.”
“No. For the other bride.”
Petra frowns. “What are you talking about?”
That’s when I see his hand reach between us. I’m still not looking at him—call me superstitious, but I’m not going to invite any more bad luck on myself—so I’m even more surprised when I see what it is.
“That’s a weird gift,” June comments as Petra takes the folder from Matvey’s grasp. “I mean, dude, no offense, but I’d have gone with jewelry at the very least.”
“I’ll leave that to Yuri,” he says. “This is from me only.”
Well, now, I’m starting to get jealous. “Where’s my special gift?” I grumble.
“Your special gift isn’t something I can give you i
