As if he was also beaten, Kristoff lied exhausted and gasping for air beside her. He was crying. While Elyana remained unmoving, almost lifeless.
She didn’t know how much time had already passed. All she knew was that her vision was getting dimmer each passing second.
And then she heard voices of men, calling Kristoff’s name. When they saw them, they picked Kristoff up.
‘Sir, we found your grandson and the girl,’ she heard one of the men talking to someone over the phone. ‘Yes, Sir,’ he ended the call. Took a lighter out of his pocket and burned something from the pile of junks nearby.
‘What are you doing?’ Kristoff asked, weakly, barely able to open his eyes.
‘Mr. Hansen’s orders, Sir,’ the man answered as the other men gathered up combustible materials to grow the fire.
‘The fi
