Until death will engage in us. Book 2. Sobolev U.

Flame languages ​​rise higher and higher, and I see through them the duke's face, the face of my personal devil. So his dream happened - Elizabeth Blair is on fire, he destroyed it. And I’m no longer scared, it is unbearable to understand that I am dying of his hands. Tears roll along the cheeks... Didn’t he sign the same sentence in another world, didn’t he put a sweeping painting there and did not execute me as ruthlessly as here?