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“My name is Dimitri Belikov,” he said. I could hear a faint Russian accent. “I’ve come to take you back to St. Vladimir’s Academy, Princess.”
“So the man is a god.”
WARNING: FLAMMABLE sign.
I had a standing arrangement with God: I’d agree to believe in him—barely—so long as he let me sleep in on Sundays.
