hertogorsky or his authorized person will rush to the scene, it doesn’t

led, perching on a thi

the floors of a light jacket, M

up along the narrow road, accompanied by a pretty

urnalists? From what news

t time, spoke about the discharge of poisonous waste, about dead fish in the river,

I personally called and wrote to several editorial off

, Me

l called her by her real nam

not i

e. I will

ed, Mila joined the c

t of the ground. An oily trail descended from it, splitting into many thin streams. — Just

k her head knowingl

ix

ook some

go down and shoot the rainbow streams from a favorable angle? And who

e stench? And our

e. We will definitely highlight your problem in the room,

can I r

m, s

red were qu

ain herself, the witch turned her

ok inside: one-story hangar buildings; parking lot filled wit

e witch counted more

tes crawled in the opposite direction

he recorder into a voluminous backpack. We have

ibly separated from the crowd a

and the shouts to hurry up

f, she hovered a few centimeters ab

s were heavy

le of thunder

ind - and behind

e flashed a b

five meters. With a smile on her lips, the witch directed bolts across the rooftops. Unloading stopped after the second lightning strike. The workers escaped from

metal rollers from the skids. Melissa wanted to laugh at the frightened faces leaning against the cloudy windows. Having ma

ll fly through the back streets, ”the

ircled over the crowd of onlookers. "

the side: the night sky lit up with an orange-red glow. The contented human roar only teased and

ple!” The raven was blown

ed walls. She looked with contempt at the journalists who filmed what was happening with

sting! Lovers of sensations, bright and bitter traged

fied the flame. The workers, like vile cockroaches, ran out of the

raven, overpowering a gust of wi

tants who woke up in the middle of the night an

the witc

to the ground along wi

n was led by a red sports car. He stopped with a roar in front of the crowded people.

in full!” She finally got a good look at her appearance. Slim, tall, with short dark hair, he stood with his back to her, waving his arms in annoyance, conducting the workers and firemen. - Roll back the full barrels, it was not enough for the fi

t say, murderous. The man paid no more attention to her than the oth

in the seventh generation, Melissa Klevskikh, the daughter of one of the strongest witches, who sits o

ll out in a proud and arrogant tone. Imagination has already drawn how his thoroughbred face will stretch, his mercury-colored eyes will round, and

g, exposing her to someone else's gaze. But no one cared about her. - Everyone out! shouted Chertogorsky. - I said get out! — The workers ran out of the fence in horror. -All! - shouted and pointed to the firemen at the gate. The outfit unsuccessfully flooded

e fire. Scarlet tongues danced furiously, illuminating her t

s he thi

manating from the fire. This fact alone should have led to the idea that he was not human. Where the man stood, not j

im, the man touched the flame. No, not like that, it itself dragged on, looking for a meeting. It caressed a narrow palm and twisted around long fingers.

t mistak

her. His shirt was smoldering, revealing the upper part of his chest, his trousers looked like a fishing net, h

De

that's what the witch saw now. Scarlet, yel

s lips in pleasure. What a generous gift

. “ Does he really expect to hear the

f profit, ready to destroy all life for the sake of money! Chertogorsky, -

With her head back, she did not take her eyes off his face - no o

and not the beautiful shell that the sorceresses skillfully cr

turned one side, then the other, her back and asked: "Have y

us, too handsome and stupid. "What is your name?" How clueless. Who in their

I won't repeat it for the third time!" “They were surrounded

ed to satisfy

you, lo

th an incubus will not work, it will not be able to influence the mind or force it i

few steps back, to which the flame, ec

at the male body. Just the way she preferred i

ut male beauty,” the girl’s mind

ing

e sky in a couple of strokes. The demon showed off, opened them to their

wer one, ” she braved, but her intuition screamed about danger, and Melissa decided to listen. For as long as sh

right hand and opening his palm, he materialized a long sword. The silver point t

my mind. " Run be