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“I know,” he sighs. ‘I’ve earned your… h…hatred. But it was… necessary… to make you…str… strong.”

I glance down at the line of neat silver scars that line my right forearm. Thirty-seven in total. One for every lesson I failed to learn.

“Love is unimportant,” I tell him. “Moye uvazheniye I moya pre...