"Idris has fallen asleep. I'm going to sleep in his room tonight," Zilia informed Casaio.
"Of course." He stepped closer, taking her hands firmly in his. "The parents of those children are being summoned. I won't let them walk away unpunished," he vowed.
Zilia's eyes searched his face. "Idris keeps saying he doesn't want his classmates punished. Do you know why?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "Because he believes this will just keep happening. People need to see we are harmless. But will they ever understand?" Her gaze was clouded with suspicion and pain.
Casaio found himself staring at the floor, unable to meet her eyes or offer an easy answer.
