CHAPTER 92 – THE SHADOW BETWEEN THEM
DELYSIA
I have long learned that patience is not weakness. It is strategy. The kind that makes men and women underestimate you until it is far too late. I sip my tea, watching the rain streak the windows of my study. Outside, the city is alive, oblivious to the plans being hatched in my quiet corner.
Alora is asleep upstairs. My daughter, my mirror and my mistake, remains innocent in the face of truths she cannot yet comprehend. But I do not worry. My eyes are always open, even when my family sleeps.
I pick up the phone, the smooth glass cold against my palm. I have called someone who will not fail me. Someone who knows the subtle art of observation, patience, and discretion.
"Make sure every movement is noted," I instruct, my voice calm, deliberate. "I want everything times, places, associates. Do not disturb her. Do not reveal yourself. Just… watch."
