Paloma Perez.
As soon as I step out of the tent with Eva, it’s almost instant. Pasiphae’s eyes are already on us. She’s standing near another booth, looking straight in our direction. The flap of the tent falls shut behind me, but I can’t tell if she saw Elijah in that split second it was open.
Abby, who’s beside her, must notice the shift too as she looks back to see what could possibly be drawing her attention.
I quickly look forward, trying not to give anything away. The loudspeakers spurt to life from the stage set at the front of the landscape. It carries across the entire space, where a long panel of judges sits, each with a small poll system in front of them.
“It’s starting.” Eva says beside me.
“Emma?” I glance around.
“Here.”
Emma rises from the cushioned stool in the out
