in a dress on a naked body, covered with a cape for disguise, Karina ran along the dark corridors of the tower to the left side of the Fort, where the unclean were. Where Nija was.
She was very drunk, and this state gave her courage and swept aside all sound thoughts and fears. She had a poor idea of the further development of events and didn’t think about it. Karina wanted to see him, nothing else mattered. And yet she was very frightened and even screamed, sobering up for a minute, when from around the corner and the unlit hole of the arch someone bumped into her, grabbing and pressing her against the wall.
“Hush, it's me,” said Nija, and they threw themselves into each other's arms, kissing greedily, as if trying to make up for the lost time during all these days of separation. For a long time they couldn’t break the kiss, Karina hugged him and stroked him, clung to his long dreadlocks with her fingers. Finally Nija easily grabbed her in his arms, she grabbed his neck, hugging. Nija brought her to his room and sat her on the bed. Candles were burning there, and in the lighted room, they finally looked at each other. He was still the same handsome, charming, with such a charming smile. He looked at her with slyness and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
But he didn’t immediately knock her down on the bed, but he was looking at her, as if he couldn’t believe that this had happened, and she was there, in his room. A slave came to them, bowing, put on the table in front of Karina a plate with unclean sweets and a jug of wine. Karina noticed that the red-haired girl looked at her dress very carefully and clearly recognized it. Karina didn’t care, she didn’t understand what was happening. She took the candy in confusion. “Why doesn't he continue? Risking everything, did I come here to eat chocolates?” Karina sober up, and the courage left her: “We need to return. It was a stupid idea.” But as soon as she wanted to get up, Nija, as if having caught her thoughts, pounced on her, grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. He was very strong, they started kissing again, Karina felt demonic energy emanating from him, almost the same as coming from Nikto. Nija undressed her and, seeing the body, froze. His face changed, Karina was frightened by the way he clenched his teeth and fists, he literally shook. She grabbed him by the neck with both hands, drawing him to her again, throwing him over herself, not giving him any more opportunity to look. He gave in without saying anything and they continued.
“It’s time for me to leave.”
“I'll show you.”
“No. What are you saying! I remember the way.”
They couldn’t stop kissing, but Karina pulled herself away from him with an effort of will and ran back. Returning to her room, she was relieved to see that Lis, Tol and Lila were still sleeping peacefully on their bed. Karina lay down next to Lis, hugged him with all her love, burying her face in his slightly curly hair. In her crotch, she still felt the jolts: one, two, three, as if her heart were beating there.
“I followed her,” Zanmar said. “She reached the room, and everyone is asleep there.”
“I love her,” Nija said.
“You are at great risk.”
“She has “heard” me.”
“I'm not surprised,” Zanmar replied, “because she is a slave to the White Lord and is used to us.”
Nija looked at his friend very seriously:
“I’ll steal her and take her to our world,” and he, in an unconscious gesture, rubbed his cheekbone, which had been branded earlier.
16
Destruction
Great misfortunes are preceded by signs and omens that we try not to notice. It is better to give up the dilapidated house before it collapses completely. Castles in the air are destroyed at the first wind.
Kors returned to his room. Even here, at the top of the tower, the noise of the celebration was heard.
Nobody called him.
Nobody came to him.
And what should he do?
Kors felt completely alone, and with some bitterness, he felt deceived and left in a stupid position. He was deprived of support and abandoned.
Where the hell is Nikto?
He doesn’t come for him and doesn’t call him.
He doesn't need him!
He is tired of it. He played with Kors, turned him inside out and threw him away.
“I opened up to him, believed him, but he… He forgot about me! He didn’t give a shit. Probably he is getting stoned (as Alis says) now with his Arel and doesn’t even think what it is like for me!”
And Kors was left alone.
Previously, he would happily go to his friends, feeling the unity with them, the strength of their team, but now how could he go? Who would accept him? With a gray face, pitiful, humiliated, asking them to take him back, and still feeling their condescension?
And Kamiel Varah was his friend, they have been friends with him all these years. Varah knew a lot about him and talked a lot about himself. They were so close, so what? Varah stayed there, together with Peace, and never came. He deleted Kors from his life, so easily, as if there had not been all these years of such close friendship. He was having fun there with everyone, rejoiced, and thought that everything was going on well, and according to the plan. Diamonds of the Ore town were just around the corner, he didn’t even think about Kors.
“What about our friendship?! You shared everything with me! What things we did together! You said: “I will break any throat for Vitor!” Where is it all? How quickly you forgot everything! Traitor!”
And Kors was sitting alone, and Kamiel was somewhere out there having fun with everyone.
And Salafael. He also didn’t come. In general, no one came to him and no one called him!
Kors covered his face with his hands. How did it happen that they banished him?! He was so cool! “You spread in front of me and prayed for me! You ate from my plate! What have I done wrong to you? After all, I have not done anything bad to you personally and have never betrayed you all these years! And how many times have I supported you!”
And Kors was covered with a great wave of hatred for them. “I treated you with you with all my heart, and you behaved like that?! Don't do that, don't communicate with that, what's the difference to you?! I didn't do them badly! I'll kill them all!” thought Kors, “Everyone! Varah and Zagpeace, and rascal Ariel!” Salafael didn’t evoke such emotions in him. Why did he do this? Why did he agree? What should he do now? How to live with this shameful face make-up that makes him an outcast? There is no way back to the noble blacks, and the unclean ones don’t need him, they have their own lives. I'll hang myself now, Kors thought. “I ruined everything and they didn't support me. They threw me out right there, seeing that I was lost. They consider me an idiot. But I will have my revenge! If you think that I will forget everything, you are very mistaken! I won’t forget, I won’t forgive and I will take revenge! You don't know me well!”
Such confusion was going on in his head, emotions were off scale. “Where is Alis? Lis is with no one and at the same time with everyone. He is everywhere welcomed, and doesn’t come close to anyone, he is cunning. And the Demon promotes him well, loves him. And Kors is abandoned. And where is his Mission? Where is my Mission?! Lis is
