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«We need one you!»

Tempting voices sounded like echo. They resembled honey. It was necessary to hold the ears so that they would not be captured.

«You are quite enough for us!»

They said like genies from fairy tales, while not revealing marble mouths.

Blaise did not understand.

Is it quite enough? To continue the clan? To coordinate with her in a ritual circle, everyone together and give a new semi-marble offspring? Or is it a whole marble? Do they plan a change of generations? Consider her a fool?

They probably caught her questions, but did not answer. But their marble and seemingly motionless lips slowly stretched in sinister smiles. Only Setius didn’t smile because he now had no head.

In any case, tonight, the angels were not configured to a fight. Not that last time.

Blaise came to them to arouse them conscience with a memorable thing left from Luciana – an advertising poster of parfum. She attached a poster between the wings of two statues. The next morning the poster turned out to be broken into the shreds.