“Tell Baby Daddy Dearest to sleep with one eye open,” June warns, a bit to me and a bit, terrifyingly, to Grisha. “If he tries anything, I’ll know.”
“Please don’t tell him that,” I murmur to Grisha on our way down.
Grisha gives a hearty chuckle. “I don’t think he’d mind, Ms. Flowers. The more people in your corner, the better. Right?”
“Right,” I mutter, wondering about those words: in my corner.
Is Matvey in my corner? Or is the baby all he wants from me?
Believe it or not, I’m not a monster. That’s what he told me. He meant it—I think. But I don’t know if I believe him quite yet.
From the car, I turn to look one last time at the home I’m leaving behind. A temporary change, nothing more.
So why does it feel so damn permanent?
“Please,” Grisha says, swiping the keycard to the pentho
