Adeline’s POV
“I can’t give you an opinion on that,” I said at last.
Vincent’s brows ticked up a fraction.
“She’s your daughter,” I added, softer. “How you arrange her school is your business.”
Eve clicked her tongue. “Cowardly answer.”
“It’s the safe answer,” I told her in my head, then drew a breath and looked past Vincent to my boys.
The courtyard had mostly emptied. Parents were still talking in little knots near the gate, but the worst of the chaos was over. Mathias checked the time, twisting his face.
“I have to run,” he said, brushing dust from his sleeve. “The market closes soon, and I still need supplies before tomorrow. Get home early. Please.”
“I will,” I promised.
Eve purred. “Tease him.”
I angled closer to Mathias than I needed to, smoothing a wrinkle at his collar
