Petra’s eyes roll all the way back into her skull. “Please tell me you’re not taking that fixation of his seriously. It’s all a pile of horseshit.”
I’m stunned. I never expected to hear anyone speak of Matvey’s philosophy like this, let alone so openly. “I don’t think he sees it that way.”
“No s**t, Sherlock. That would imply he’s willing to question himself.” With a graceful leap, Petra hops off the couch and glides towards me. She keeps on the other side of the ultrasound machine, face scrunched up in disgust at everything going on around me—including poor Dr. Allan, who’s just trying to do her job and landed herself into a Bratva gossip session instead. “Listen up, koshka: if blood were really that important, everybody would be marrying their siblings, and the world would be filled wi
