An elderly woman sat in a chair in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a warm blanket. Two Rottweilers lay at her feet, guarding their mistress—only there was no love and devotion in their eyes. There was only fear and hidden malice. Lesya noticed the savage hatred flashing in their eyes and understood that her influence on the dogs was weakening and soon she wouldn’t be able to control them at all.
Strength was fading day by day, and she knew that if her granddaughter wasn’t found soon, her end was near. But the hope that her husband and his men would discover the girl before she drained all her strength from them was melting away with every passing day.