Liana’s POV
Still, I felt my hands shaking. I watched her from a distance, a small smile on her face as she tended to Finn’s wound, her movements so precise and calm. She had known. She had to have known. How else could she have found the bad thread, the cloudy antiseptic? I had been so careful. I had planned it so well. It wasn’t a mistake on my part; it was her. Her unnatural luck, her uncanny ability to see through my work.
My humiliation was a physical ache in my chest. She hadn’t even confronted me properly. She hadn’t shouted or screamed. Instead, she had held up the bottle of clouded antiseptic, and her quiet words had been a hammer blow. ”I’ll have to tell him that someone must have tampered with the infirmary’s supplies.” The way she said it, so calm, so matter-of-fact, had been
