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“Iakov “Knuckles” Kavinski, the enigmatic son of an obscure oligarch, sits the furthest away from us, near the bottom of the steps, smoking a cigarette. Although his buzz cut and bruises scream at you to keep away from him, Iakov is the most principled person I know, with a strict honour code only he seems to know but still follows stringently.“

why this better than Evan and Sophie

these guys are chops apart from Luca

Séverin’s eyes are fixed on mine. Green like pale moss, like Japanese jadeite, green like evil spells in fairy tales.
“Don’t make me beg you,” he says suddenly.
“I don’t want you to beg me,” I reply.
“What do you want?” he asks, drawing me to him by my waist.
I don’t like lying, but I don’t think I dare tell the truth. So I don’t do either. I throw my arms around his neck, and I kiss him.

“Go to bed.”
“Let me in.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Come on, Anaïs.” I soften my tone, caressing her with my voice. “My little trésor, my little bride. I just want to talk.”

“Something inside Luca is dead and broken, and the only way he feels anything is if he thinks he’s inflicting pain on someone.”