Chapter 8
Yashiv’s stomach dropped as he left Master’s side. He would be fine at the library on his own. Nothing could happen there, securely placed near the center of the camp. There was nothing to worry about.
Wen had been dismissed to play with the other children, but Yashiv suspected she hadn’t been in the playing mood. When he approached the Flat, his eyes swept over the corners and shadows of the shops, looking for a small child. He spotted her almost instantly. She huddled beside a bush, her fingers plucking out sandpin petals and dropping them on the ground by her feet.
Davina leaned against a neighboring wall, appearing at ease, but Yashiv saw the tightness of her muscles; she was a coiled snake ready to spring the moment the child bolted.
Yashiv nodded to her, one babysitter
