Ayla POV
I noticed breakfast, and all other meals, to be particularly livelier than ever before.
Perhaps surviving fish eyes together had that effect.
Or perhaps Lily's impromptu cello concert before had reminded us we were capable of discussing something besides murder.
Either way, the silence had become...comfortable.
Mr. Bennett appeared beside the table carrying two small velvet boxes. "As the winning team in yesterday's challenge," he said, "Miss Easton. Mr. Sandoval." He placed one box in front of each of us. "Mr. Ashwood believed achievement should always be rewarded."
Dally glanced at me. "You first."
Inside my box rested a heavy brass key. Unlike our bedroom keys, this one was old. Its teeth were unusually intricate, and a small engraved E decorated the bow.
"The East Win
