“Well, I survived,” Araeden said with a smile that barely touched his lips.
“Something tells me that all those who lie between the first and third walls thought the same,” I quipped.
And stretching out her hand, she touched his cheek - Caesar was icy to the touch. Icy as if there was no life left in it at all.
“Between the first and second,” the emperor said tiredly, and throwing his head back exhaustedly, looked at me with a barely readable mockery.
- And what are we laughing at? I asked somewhat hostilely.
“You are a very bad daughter,” the Caesar indicated his absolute awareness. And he added unexpectedly harshly: - Why did you come, Kat?
Spreading her hands, she answered half-questioningly:
"Because I'm a very bad daughter?"
A reproachful look and unexpectedly frank:
“I'm not
