Delilah POV
I stood on the balcony outside my room and watched the tribe courtyard below. People walked in small groups, speaking quietly among themselves. Their expressions looked uneasy, as if something unpleasant had drifted through the air. I knew the reason. I had placed it there.
An hour earlier, I had passed through the market, stopping to greet the elders and a few of the younger mothers. I had worn a gentle expression, the kind they trusted. I never accused Adeline of anything. I simply repeated what I had “heard” with a soft voice.
“Nicole told me she had argued with her before she died. It must have been troubling.”
“I hope the teacher rests in the bosom of the moon goddess. That witch has a temper.”
“She said the children acted strangely. It frightened her.”
I made sure e
