My wedding day turned into a nightmare. I was supposed to become the wife of the person I loved, and in the end—I'm the fiancée of an arrogant brute. The wrong fiancée, as it turned out later. What do you do with unnecessary things? You get rid of them. So I agree to part with you, Deimar. But first I’ll play a couple of chess games with your demon. And most importantly—so he doesn’t find out what kind of magic I have.