Victoria Mileeva. Say meow, witch, or the curse of House cats (№ 403944)

- Think for yourself. Logically. She put her bound hands in front of him and started bending her fingers. - First you and your friends laughed at me - once, then tried to kill me - two, then set the inquisitor against me and contributed to the imposition of my death sentence - three! How?! How can I want to marry you, bestoloch? Yes, even with such a surname ...
- But I'm handsome, rich and noble.
"Well done for not lying about the mind," Lara said.