“Do you mean Dave put the sage in on purpose?” I asked Timothee in a hushed whisper, the horrible suspicion creeping in.
Timothee’s expression was grim. “It’s starting to seem that way. Dave’s cooking skills are...let’s just say they’re not his strongest suit. For him to be the one preparing Fae Aurora’s meals? It doesn’t add up.”
I shook my head, struggling against the doubts. “But why would he want to harm her? Dave has been part of our tribe for years - he’s family.”
“Exactly,” Timothee said gravely. “Which is why I’m finding it so hard to believe. But you have to admit, his actions lately have been strange, furtive almost.”
My mind raced as I recalled Dave’s odd behavior - the hushed conversations I’d overheard, his tense demeanor. At the time I’d dismissed them, but now they took
