Yaroslava's POV
I woke up in the evening.
“Try, and I'll wring your neck,” came the threatening growl of an unfamiliar male voice.
I opened my eyes. I was lying on the couch in the living room, covered with a light blanket. The fireplace was glowing, and the tall blond man who seemed to be the subject of the last line was standing next to me.
“I need to examine her,” Mac said nonchalantly, standing three steps away from my unexpected protector.
“An
