Chapter Twenty Two
Katya
It was a position of power like no other.
And all the more intoxicating for its being adopted in surroundings and circumstances that were ninety-five-percent normal.
In a living-space that was both cosy and stylish, in its own individual and minimalistic way, a fire burned in the grate as rain lashed the windows supplying a view out to the grounds of the property and the kennels. Beyond the kennels. a sea made turbulent by the gusting winds the area was renowned for could be seen racing towards the rocks upon which it would find itself dashed before, with its habitual relentlessness, withdrawing and repeating the process all over again. Inside, and protected from the inclemency beyond, all was warm and safe and secure and the Haydn Symphony that played in the b
