POV: Theo Paranoia was a poison, and it was killing us slowly. Three days since the Oracle's death. Three days of looking over our shoulders, jumping at shadows, wondering if the person standing next to us was secretly planning our murder. Thelma wouldn't tell anyone what she saw in the vision. Not even me, her twin. She said she needed evidence first, needed to be absolutely certain before destroying someone's life with an accusation. I understood. But it was torture watching her carry that burden alone. I'd taken on a different burden. Finding the traitor before they killed again. The problem was, everyone looked guilty when you were searching for guilt. I sat in the command tent, studying the people we'd trusted with our lives. My mental list of suspects grew longer every hour. Lu

