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Sasha’s gaze flicks to him. “We’re busy.”

“And I’m her favorite uncle.” Kosti loops an arm around my shoulders, steering me away. “I’m only borrowing her for a dance. Yasou, Mr. Ozerov.”

For a heartbeat, I think Sasha might snap. His jaw clenches, eyes glacial. But then he dips his chin—a barely-t...

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