“They moved again.” Mojca said into the phone, there was a moment of unusual silence, the kind that made Mojca double check the screen to make sure that Leila was still on the call.
“Where are they taking my daughter…” Leila said more to herself than to Mojca.
“They took her back to the Valois mansion. There is no how I can get in. I can't go over it, under it… Hell, even staring at the gate for too long can bring unwanted attention.”
The tiredness in Mojca voice was real and heavy.
“You can't give up now.”
“Your husband asked me to deliver her in three days. Day one and two is already up, how am I supposed to deliver when she's in there.”
“Find a way.”
“There is no way. You know it.”
Mojca was trying her best to keep her tone in check. She might forget sometimes, but Leila
