** Paige’s POV **

By late afternoon, the tension of the meeting and knowing we have a traitor fades into a slight niggling at the back of my mind. We take Jaxon down to the pond for a while. The water ripples softly with the slightest breeze. Jax crouches at the edge, poking at the mud with a stick while he tells me in great detail how he’s going to build a frog hotel.

“Look! There’s frogspawn!” he cries, pointing. “They look like little jelly bubbles! There are loads of ...