“Come on, beautiful, show me that door.”
Grace’s heart melted from the word beautiful, and she nearly forgot her anger towards Alastair. She had a grip on his hand, and she led him to that muniment room, where the stairs were, to the basement. She remembered the way well, as the two pups, herself and Morag, promised each other they would not go there anymore, not even close.
When they arrived, Alastair frowned. He remembered he used to be here, and just like then, he did not see any stairs which would lead them anywhere down. But Grace just smiled at him, and she went to the wall, decorated by an embroidered hanging throw. Grace’s gaze stuck on it for a second. The key symbol on the throw was an eternity knot. She liked this symbol very much. She always thought about their pack when she
