Covin cleaned his mouth in the stream that ran by his house. He took a sip and spit into the grass. The last thing he wanted was to walk into his house with Matilda and Adira staring at the bloodstains across his mouth.
He wiped his hands clean and glanced up at the partial moon. It wasn’t hard to remember Matilda, the same age as Adira, full of fire and spite. Her boldness was beyond the generation she grew up in, but that never stopped her, and it still didn’t.
Covin entered the house. Adira was seated on the sofa with her blond hair pulled up wearing light blue silk pajamas. He didn’t see Matilda, and he immediately pulled all his senses to locate her. In the afternoon they spent together, she had tried to kill him twice.
“She’s in bed, so you’re safe.”
A voice echoed down the s
