Delia's POV

I was satisfied to see the frightened, wide-open eyes under the mask of the man in black.

"My whistle!" The man in black hurried to his chest. But it was empty.

I gave him a defiant smile.

"Stupid," I whispered, squinting.

From the beginning, I never thought I could simply kill him with a dagger. The scarf was the bait, just to get him into the water. As I had observed, it would have been easier for him to get on the boat and catch me at such a close distance from the shore. But ...