The man smiled contentedly and kissed the blonde's hand before focusing on a detailed look at the one that could be mocked enough, only by paying.

I tried not to look at Luda. Fear, pain, sympathy, rejection of what was happening seethed inside, like red-hot lava. Tears burned my eyes, and, as it seemed to me at that moment, dried up with a hiss, not having time to spill. I was in a pack of jackals, a lamb in the skin of their brother. But one wrong step, a heartbeat, a glance is enough - they will tear to pieces, dig into the throat, combining forces and means.

I was...