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Someone was going to die. Cara hoped it wasn't going to be one of them.
Mayra took them out to the harbour, the two of them and Specht and Rotty. And she thought it was going to be an uneventful morning. She completely got out of the routine after months spent in Novyi Zem. She might have been kind and loved Mayra as a sister, but she'd never feed her ego by telling her how boring her days were.
She'd wake up, tend to her grandmother's chickens and then work in the fields. It didn't take her much to realize agriculture wasn't really her thing. If Mayra knew, she'd never let her forget it.
"What's the plan, boss?" asked Rotty, the four making their way down the harbour.
The sun had barely set. Cara didn't see the need to wake up as early to patrol their own harbour. From what she heard during the boys' grumbles at the breakfast table, nothing ever interesting happened at the harbour. If she wanted to find someone attempting to trick them, they'd have a lot of work.
"You follow my lead. We might be having an intruder," she answered; getting the word intruder and imposter mixed up Cara assumed.
All her plans seemed to end with 'follow my lead'. She was turning more and more into Kaz and frankly, Cara couldn't stand it. This wasn't Mayra she caught eating jam in the middle of the night straight out of the jar. This was the girl she heard stabbed three grown men because they gave her a wrong look.
"Our own?" Specht asked.
"No. If it was I'd ask Bolliger to come with us," she muttered, eyes squinting into a glare as they roamed the harbour, looking into the face of every man they passed.
What did she mean? The three shared a look but said nothing. She was acting weird. Ever since she returned from the Menagerie. She thought of talking to her, finding out what that bitch told her, but she never got the chance. She was either sleeping, head dunk on her desk or running some impossible schemes in her head.
