Was it some kind of parameter for measuring feelings that I didn’t know about?! Looking at Araeden, she answered reasonably:
- And I also answered Arshkhan's kisses, and with obvious enthusiasm!
Caesar remained silent, looking intently at me.
I said what he clearly needed to know from the very beginning:
- I was never afraid of Dinara, he was an enemy for me, but an enemy equal to me. And as for you, my husband, you have always been evil, immortal, undeniable, dangerous to such an extent that I was afraid not even for myself - for my country. Responding to kisses in this situation would be a little strange, don't you think?
Caesar was silent again.
Breathing out convulsively, I forced myself to utter an actual confession of my own defeat:
“I can't live without you, and I can't survi
