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“There’s two kinds of men in the world,” she says. “The kind who want to hurt you . . . and the kind who want to be persuaded by you.”
I’ve spent three years pretending to be Ares—calm, kind, patient. Humble.
In Russia, we say, Kakov pop takov i prihod: What the priest is like, so is the church.
Never was someone put in a more appropriate division than when Cat was assigned to the Spies.
Leo really is my best friend at Kingmakers. He might be my best friend anywhere, which is a funny thing to say about someone who doesn’t know your real name.
idiocy. I haven’t had a near-slip like that in a long time—not since I fought Dean and lost control of myself.
Something about her—maybe the sensual edge to her beauty, or the air of recklessness—reminds me of Sabrina Gallo.
I’m not sorry when Hedeon Markov interrupts us, accompanied by his son Kristoff, his daughter Evalina, and her fiancé Donovan Dryagin. The Markovs are one of the only families who supported me during my bloody battle with my rival Remizov. The Markovs’ loyalty will not be forgotten—they will always have a place at my table.
“I’m not Ares. My name is Rafe Petrov. My father is Ivan Petrov. He’s been imprisoned for three and a half years. Tomorrow, I finally bring him home.”