Sorin went as still as death in her arms, not even breathing. Nadaria had considered not telling him her suspicions in case he freaked out, but it hadn’t sat well with her. She always wanted to be honest with him. He turned his head to kiss her cheek, hiding the shock on his face.
“Impossible. I killed her. We all watched her burn. I can still remember her screaming.”
“We’re just going to go up there, and I’m going to feel things out okay?”
“I want a name. Who you think it is.”
Nadaria leaned up and whispered in his ear.
“Impossible,” he said again, but she took his hand and led him up the edge of the pool.
Nadaria knelt, picking up the last lily petal left by Crina and laying it in the water. Sorin watched her, obviously confused. But there was a method to her madness. She made su
