CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR The Female Struggle“They might have seen you!” I slipped my jacket from my shoulders and widened the pocket so Lily and Sorrel could crawl free. “Foolish children!” Their feet depressed the fabric of my shirt as they scurried across it, buzzing into the air and landing behind me.
“What?” Eena looked up in confusion. Her bloodstained fingers dabbed at a cut over Awamutu’s left eye. “Who saw me?”
“Them!” I jabbed a finger at the naked children scrapping over the nightshirt. I rested my hands over my hips. “Put your own clothes on!”
“No, it’s bedtime,” Lily groaned, hauling on the hem. “It’s my turn for this.” A ripping sound cut through the argument. Sorrel let go of his half and sniggered as Lily shot backwards over the dais and disappeared.
“Why would you do such a
