So, I would survive. And Dinara, and probably Arshkhan as well.
But Caesar...
It is hardly possible to get up, step over and move on in life. I understood it too clearly. I understood this when I fled to the Free Islands. I understood this now, feeling the sharpness of the blades of contradictions tearing me apart. All that remained in me now was only a sense of pride, fairly, but not completely, broken by Araeden. But no - the fire of desire was still smoldering in me, so far barely perceptible, but already causing nervousness and a desire to squeeze my knees to the point of pain, sobering myself up.
I slowly took another sip of wine.
A tart sip of not at all heady wine ...
Well, it was only a matter of time before Caesar got access to my body - I clearly understood this from the day
