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I wince, hearing his words and feeling them prick my soul like a single needle against the world's largest balloon. I fall onto my palms, panting in agony that far exceeds physical pain. Emotional turmoil is like fire in my throat, and ice in my veins.

The saddest part is that Alek is right.

This is all a façade with Dimitri.

His not yetcould meannot ever, and the thought of that is terrible.

Speaking so low that I almost wish I couldn't hear my voice, I reply with, "Fine. As long as you don't use my code to hurt anyone, Alek."

His voice is more chipper than before. "Of course, sweetheart. I promise. Now, get up, calm down, and get to work, okay? I want this to be your top priority."