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“Lantsov?” Luchenko said. “If he has a brain in...
“Lantsov?” Luchenko said. “If he has a brain in his head, he’s rusticating somewhere warm with a pretty girl on his knee. If he’s even alive.” “He’s alive,” said someone. Luckenko spat. “Makes no matter to me.” “And your country?” I asked. “What has my country ever done for me, little girl? No land, no life, just a uniform and a gun. Doesn’t matter if it’s the Darkling on the throne or some useless Lantsov.” “I saw the prince when I was in Os Alta,” said Ekaterina. “He’s handsome.” Luchenko scowled. “Since when–” “Brave in battle, smart as a whip.” Now the voice seemed to be coming from above us. Luchenko craned his neck, peering into the trees. “An excellent dancer,” said the voice. “Oh, and an even better shot.” “Who–” Luchenko never got to finish. A blast rang out, and a tiny black hole appeared between his eyes.
I gasped. “Imposs–”
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