“It’s her,” the white nag-priest pointed at the woman in the sacred mirror of truth. “The one she loves and calls her soulmate will win.”
The man in dark clothes forced himself to look. He ruled this world for so many years—now is this pathetic imitation of a woman going to decide everything?
“I don’t care,” he snapped, and left the hall. Let her only dare not to choose him—then she’ll regret being born. How could Snezhanа even know about it? She was traveling to a hot spot to help people. The contract turned out to be a one-way ticket into another world.