THE instant Ermis disappeared out of the sitting room, Dimitra’s chest rose and fell heavily, her nostrils flaring. She clutched the cane tighter, then with a sharp sound she tossed it onto a chair. Her heels clicked furiously against the floor as she paced, muttering under her breath, her lips moving in anger.

Finally, with a huff, she stormed toward the rooms, her voice echoing harshly down the corridor.

“Danica! Danica, where are you?”

Xaniyah slipped quietly into the tool store ...