Bertrand pulled on his pants in a hurry, and the blonde bitch didn’t even think about being embarrassed. So this is the revenge she was talking about? “Arrabella,” this trash drawled sarcastically, “here you are.” Well, sooner or later I would have found out anyway. Bertrand is leaving you because he will soon marry me. I can give him an heir, not like you. After all, witches can only have daughters. How did you even get him hooked? She probably gave her a love potion, didn’t she, cat? But he was silent, looking from one girl to another. - Come on, kitty, why are you silent? - Arabella sang mockingly. - Tell me what you found in me, otherwise I also suddenly became interested. Bertrand let out an indistinct grunt, and then suddenly meowed loudly. And then he covered his mouth with his hand. “And tell me, don’t forget,” Arabella continued, “why it’s better not to anger witches.”