54. Arshar

Arshar Ishtu

Inside, everything just blazed with anger. And I didn’t know who I was more angry with - myself or this little naive otherworldly woman who managed to give us hope and freedom, but even earlier - to tie us to her with invisible fetters. No, she did not use magic or rituals, did not press, did not wishful thinking. But at the same time, in some incomprehensible way, it penetrated under the skin, dug into the soul like a splinter, causing a burning interest, a desire to be near, to protect, to find out if she is so kind and pure, compared to our women, as...