Davina's POV

I splashed cold water on my face before I went back downstairs. My first instinct would have been to go straight to Lotta and confide in my sister. But I was no longer certain of her loyalties.

Which was a sobering thought in and of itself.

When I emerged downstairs, Ravi was sitting at the picnic table, stuffing a chocolate croissant into his mouth. He had chocolate smeared all over his face and fingers. Lotta was seated beside him, dabbing his mouth pointlessly after every bite. ...