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Bee keeps jabbing her finger into my chest. “This is on you, oh mighty Lord Egorov. Don’t fuck it up.”

“Will you stop doing that?” I hiss, moving out of her attack range.

“I will when you start listening. So, no, probably not.”

“Blyat’.” I rub my chest where she’s been clawing me. “Fine. I’ll do ...