She held his unbearable and infinitely hurtful gaze.
"Yes Azhewo, you already know everything, and you taught me everything." Then she sketched significant mimics before concluding. "And maybe you too will wish that this child who is not yours, does not exist."
Ariadne would never know what Azhewo was going to do to her unless a servant came at that very moment to tell her that the doctor had arrived.
"Don't even think about leaving here Ariadne," he gestured as he went to greet the practitioner, "or you won't be the one I kill first."
Ariadne returned to the living room, a few minutes later, she saw with surprise Ytel enter in his turn, panicked, his clothes in disorder.
"Ytel!" she exclaimed as she came to greet him, "what are you doing here?"
"Azhewo called to warn me!"
"What, Azhewo has...?"
"How is she?" He cut her off nervously, not holding still. "She's fine, and the baby?"
