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“You said something just now,” I said, raising my voice as the song volume increased.

He smiled, his gaze softening. “I said you’re... interesting.”

“You think I’m interesting after everything that just happened?”

“Yeah. I have the most intriguing wife in the world.” He ran his hand through my disheveled hair, and my cheeks flushed with warmth.

Chapter 25

GLEB

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I pulled up in front of Misha Petrov’s mansion.

Originally, we were supposed to meet at our usual spot, but he changed plans at the last minute, texting me to come to his house instead.

I didn’t see it as a risk. Not because I trusted him blindly, his family had just launched an attack on mine, but because Misha and I went way back. We shared a history built on mutual respect. If he still valued that past, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to pull something here.

I opened the door for Anna, watching as she stepped out cautiously.

“This doesn’t look like a spot,” she murmured, scanning the grand estate. “This is a house.”

“Misha’s house.”

Her expression tightened with unease. I rubbed her back lightly, offering a small smile. “Don’t worry. Nothing bad will happen.”

Not while I was here.

My gun was tucked securely under my jacket, and I was one signal away from my men storming this place if Misha had really lost his damn mind.

The mansion’s large doors swung open, revealing two figures. One was Misha, smiling like an old friend. The other was a woman, slim, petite, but radiating a sharp, lethal energy. She was beautiful in a way that could cut.

Misha grinned as he approached, pulling me into a rough hug.

“Oh, my days, Gleb! It’s been too long.”

His gaze shifted to Anna, and his grin widened.

“And who is this beautiful jewel?”

“My wife,” I answered flatly, not liking the way his eyes lingered on her.

Before I could react, Anna stretched her hand, not to Misha, but to the woman beside him.

“Anna,” she said, offering a rare, warm smile.

The woman didn’t return it. Her icy gaze flicked to Anna’s outstretched hand before she finally responded.

“Luna,” she said coolly.

Misha gestured toward the entrance. “Come in.”

Anna hesitated, casting a glance at me.

I took her hand in mine, squeezing gently. She wasn’t alone. No harm would come to her here, I’d make sure of it.

Inside, we followed Misha and Luna through the lavish halls before settling into an elegant sitting room.