Chapter 21
Dkany Castle
Mrs. Dimidis made no comments and asked no questions. She gave Elena her arm while the two men trailed behind. “Mrs.
Dimidis . . .”
“Zsophia, please.”
“Zsophia, you’re very kind to meet us,” Elena said in Romanian.
Mrs. Demidis’ face lit up, and she relaxed into Romanian. “Call me Zsophia. And you may speak English. I enjoy—” She stopped abruptly. “You do not want anyone to know you are here, yes?”
“Yes,” Elena replied. “We can trust you, can’t we?”
“You can trust me,” Zsophia said. A conspiratorial closeness swept over Elena.
The woman led the way up the stone steps and into a large hall. Elena stared at the vastness of the interior.
“My God. Is this the run-down castle Gregory told us about?” She whispered, half to herself, half to Alex, who stood nearby
