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“Perhaps,” he nodded, smiling only with a corner of his lips, his eyes remained all the same impassive and cold. - But not now, a little later. As long as I need you. By the way, are you hungry? - the change of topic was so swift that the girl was slightly taken aback, opening her mouth in surprise. - If you want, I'll feed you. What do you prefer? Maybe raw meat with blood, or something cooked on fire is closer to you?

- I... - Amy didn't know what to say, so she just closed her mouth, afraid to say anything at all to this strange guy.

- Well, let's go upstairs, and have dinner there, - the old man smiled as if he had not just threatened her with imminent punishment. - Get up, why sit down!

Amy, somehow recovering from the behavior of the Head of the Coven, carefully stood up, holding on to the damp and terribly cold wall, but still did not take her eyes off her jailer.

Cyrus, with a satisfied grunt, headed towards the stairs, whistling cheerfully something under his breath.

- Let's
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