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A’Leta’s father knew all these subtleties, he knew who was really deciding things and who was just fluffing them up.

And even my favorite cognac, which I sip in proud solitude, cannot override the unpleasant aftertaste of the fact that it would be very foolish to lose such an important ally one step before the finish line. But no matter how fatherly he may be to me, and no matter how much he sings about seeing me as his unborn son and successor, it is unlikely that he would try as hard if I broke off my engagement to A’Lita. And she knows that, and she will insist that I do as she says.

I’ll be damned.

A sip of strong alcohol only burns my throat, but does not bring any pleasure.

I can’t stand being in a weak position. I can’t stand situations where I have to conform to other people’s rules, because too much is at stake. And now, as opposed to fulfilling my long-held dream, I must… get rid of Margot.

It disgusts me to even think about it.

I closed my eyes and replayed that image of her in my head-the downward glance, the long, bitter chocolate hair, the challenge in her green eyes. My fingers tightened their grip on the glass.