THE MYSTERY CITY

CHAPTER 122

“ My little fragile beast with an unbending will! My unbroken Man! He gazed at his beloved with admiration.

Alice carefully held the mask in her hands, like a fragile sacrificial bowl. Carefully covering every millimeter of its inner side with a dense layer of viscous juice, she held out the mask to the Man, like an offering to a deity.

- My love, this is your night! You judge her! Demon answered her in a voice that made Claudia shudder. For the last time in my life.

Lis, however, didn't even flinch. On the contrary, desperate for his support, she almost weightlessly touched his shoulder with her cheek. For a moment, under the mask of forced ice, a meek tenderness, belonging only to him, appeared.

She glanced at Claudia. No, not on her, but on the dry, terrible Ancient Witch. A woman who destroyed her whole world with her own hands. She sawed all the branches holding her universe. Impatient and cruel. Did she think that a slightly stronger tea for the Foxes would have crossed out all