Grilling Bodies

"Sure, do so."

Ivana did a loud whistle and familiar faces merged from the green heavy bushes.

As the men exited with their arsenals, Lana face changed colors till she was pale with fear and awareness.

At last the man that with a cane, stroking his beard with a smirk on his face emerged like a last nail in cofin.

She staggered several steps backwards with as her mind registered the situation.

Her Grandfather, the Head of the Kuznetsov's, was here in front of her.

Her accusing tare fell on Ivanna as panic took reigns of her body.

Ivana rolled her eyes at her direction of sight. It may be obvious but it was no less of a shock for her because she had always had tendencies to believe people ad limits they abide by but Ivanna, in her hate, have given her a death sentence.

"Svetlana! How long has it been?"

"Why are you here? " She hardly stopped her hesitation from showing.

Skeptically, his face morphed into a scowl when he saw her horrified expression. Lana had always been go