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    You’re shaking,” he said.“I’m not used to people trying to kill me.”“Really? I hardly notice anymore.

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    We are alike,” he said, “as no one else is, as no one else will ever be.”The truth of it rang through me. Like calls to like.

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    Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.

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    It’s true,” I said softly. “You are stronger, wiser, infinite in experience.” I leaned forward and whispered, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. “But I am an apt pupil.

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    He’d wanted me to believe in his ruthlessness.Then I remembered his words from so long ago: Make me your villain.

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    I don't want lies between us, Alina.""How many lies have you told me, Sturmhond? How many secrets have you kept until you were ready to share them?""Prince's prerogative?""If a mere prince gets a pass, so does a living saint.""Are you going to make a habit of winning arguments? It's very unbecoming.""Was this an argument?""Obviously not. I don't lose arguments.

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    You are all I’ve ever wanted,” he said. “You are the whole of my heart.

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    I’ve never understood this taste for otkazat’sya. Is it because you thought you were one of them for so long?”“I had a taste for you, once.” His head snapped up. He hadn’t expected that. Saints, it was satisfying.

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    What are you smiling at?” I whirled, peering into the gloom. The Darkling’s voice seemed to float out of the shadows. He walked down to the stream, crouching on the bank to splash water on his face and through his dark hair. “Well?” he asked, looking up at me. “Myself,” I admitted. “Are you that funny?” “I’m hilarious.

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