“So, there you have it,” Desa said, concluding the summary of everything that Daresina had told her. “We go after the spear. We use it on Adele. I trust that you will all be coming with me.”
Tommy and Marcus sat on her mother’s sofa, each with eyes that looked ready to fall out of their heads. Their stunned silence lasted so long, Desa began to wonder if she had been speaking gibberish the whole time.
Kalia was in a wooden chair with one leg crossed over the other. Something about her made Desa think of a hunted rabbit. It was clear that the sheriff would rather be anywhere else.
That left Miri.
She stood by the wall, idly studying her nails, effecting a facade of casual indifference. “You realize,” she said, breaking the silence, “that this is an insane plan. Please tell me you realiz
