boy?” Galina smiled, and her teeth gleamed at the points, as if she filed and polished them to appear that way. Except Sergei knew she’d always looked like that. She had always been a wolf. “Every beat of my heart belongs to myself, mon frère. You’d do better if you kept yours to yourself, as well. We did our jobs as mentors, and that’s that. No need for us to hurt unnecessarily when one of them dies, but that’s exactly what will happen if you insist on remaining attached to your student.” Sergei snorted. As if he could so easily discard every memory of Vika—from watching her go from crawling
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