“Don’t touch me,” I shove him in the chest, but he won’t let me go—still clamped in that steel grip.
“Did I not tell you?” he hisses in my face. “Don’t be foolish. Calm down and let’s talk. Like adults—like reasonable people.”
“Reasonable?” I whisper, then raise my voice. “You’re sleeping with my sister! Your own sister!” I shove him again, choking on horror and disgust for Makar. “How long?!”
“Two weeks,” a proud voice says—Zhanna’s.
“Get lost, you piece of trash!” Makar roars with rage. “Or I’ll snap your neck, you scum!”