Chapter 43
The rainy season lingered, forcing Euphoria to keep Bern in the kitchen. For a few days, the little fox was a model prisoner, quiet and seemingly resigned to his cage. However, his docility was nothing more than a calculated performance.
One afternoon, while Wayne was out and Luce was away, Euphoria was startled from a nap by a strange feeling. Standing at the doorway to stretch her stiff neck, she caught a glimpse of a small red figure slipping out of the kitchen.
She reacted with the precision of her special forces training. Snatching her handmade bow from beside the door, she nocked an arrow and aimed it squarely at the fox. "I'd suggest you get back in your cage," she said, her voice dropping into a deadly calm.
