Chapter 86.
The silvery light of the Italian moon glistened on the small rain droplets of water that clung to the leaves of the tree where Kristina, Faith and Luke were currently situated. It was rare for rain to fall in this area, but their arrival had been heralded by a short downpour. The fresh scent invading Kristina’s nostrils was a welcome relief from the stench of animal muck that surrounded the two amazing people who had trained her over the past months.
Silently they watched over the small house that was painted white but had turned an off-grey colour after years of what looked like neglect. Kristina inwardly sighed, she did not know what she hated this group of criminals more for, the fact they were in cahoots with the RFW, or the fact that they cared little for the beautiful
