“Mm,” Petra hums, walking up to fix my tie. A peace offering—or a hidden knife. “Give your little flower my regards. After all, we’re going to be family soon. As long as she behaves, I won’t touch a petal on her pretty little head.”
“Then there won’t be a stem left to find.”
I’m about to yank her wrist right off when she lets go herself, chuckling amiably. “Relax, Matvey. I’m just pulling your leg. I agreed, remember? No disrespect. No harm.” She starts to walk around me, dragging her manicured nails lightly along my sleeve as she passes. “Just a little condition of my own. After all, we’re partners. Right?”
“I don’t enjoy being threatened, Petra.”
“‘Threatened’? What threat?” she asks innocently, blinking up at me from afar. “For goodness’s sake, you’re Matvey Groza. Surely you can ke
