“What does srce or srce moje mean?” I asked toward the end of our meal. “You keep calling me that.” Vuk finished his slice without answering. “Hello?” I waved my hand in front of his face. “Earth to Vuk.” He swallowed and wiped his mouth. It’s better if you don’t know. “Is it something embarrassing? You’re not calling me, like, little rat or something, are you?” Vuk smirked but didn’t confirm or deny. “I could just look it up,” I said. “Once I figure out how to spell it.” So look it up. I let out a frustrated growl. “For someone who can be so thoughtful, you can also be a real asshole.” He
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