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A small smile tilts my lips as a wisp of magic forms by my side and slides down my hand before slowly trailing into the floor below me.
Thank you,I push through our connection, the rumble becoming louder as the room erupts into further chaos. The groups now huddled together in fear, wailing and shouting about an attack.
Their gasps and screams ringing out too loud for me.
I raise a hand into the air to pull their attention to me, and the shaking and rumbling around the building stop immediately.
The group falls silent, their eyes wide as they stare toward me.
“You’re all wrong.” I glare at each of them. “Jace is innocent.”
With this, I look to Jace, a small smile tilting his lips as he watches me.
The elderly pixie man shakily raises his hand.I raise a brow, a smirk forming across my lips.
Well,fear was also a kind of solution.I nod to him.
“But how do we know he’s innocent? We don’t want to be in the same room as him.” I give him a hard glare.
“I-I mean, the traitor,” he corrects himself, his eyes downcast as he fiddles with a brown paisley tie around his neck.“B-because—”
“Here’s your proof.” Lucien throws the still-deformed body of Gregori into the center of the group.
They scream and scatter, appalled by the grotesque form in front of them.
“W-What…What isthat?!” Aileen shouts from behind a table furthest from her old comrade.
Funny.She was the first to point her bony finger toward Jace, so quick to accuse my poor wolf. But it was actuallyhercrony who was the real traitor.
A dark smirk coats my lips as Lucien continues, my eyes glued to Aileen and her pallid face.
“That would be Gregori, our traitor.” Lucien cleans his nails, his face already tired of the conversation.
“T-That’s not Gregori! How could thatthingbe Gregori!” sputters another from the Third Sector group.
Just as the man protests, another pained howl breaks loose from Gregori’s mouth, drawing attention from the group and toward a dark chain hanging from the beast’s neck.
Aileen points a trembling finger toward the blackened chain, shock and disbelief etched across her face.Her eyes are blown wide at the pendant dangling from its metal chain.
“That's G-Gregori’s pendant!” she stammers, shuddering as another pain-filled howl pierces the air.
“He would never be seen without it…he said it was handmade.” Her eyebrows furrow as her lip quivers.“How?”
Her trembling eyes turn to Lucien, searching for answers, his attention turned elsewhere.
He sighs, a bored and annoyed look on his face as he glances toward her.
Her eyes shake as she watches Lucien, pulling her courage together to ask again, only a tiny whisper this time escaping through her lips.
He rolls his dark eyes as if she's asked the most irritating question as if every letter from her mouth was an affront to the English language itself. He gives her a look of pure derision before peering at me. His dark features smooth out like silk once again, a small smile spreading across his lips as he meets my eyes.
“That is a question you should ask our resident warrior here.”
Their stares quickly turn to me in question.
“I only arrived after he had turned intothat.” A look of disgust spreads in Lucien's eyes before he quickly fixes it and turns away from the grotesque beast.
“I had only the pleasure of assisting Rhys after the beast had attacked.”His face scrunches at the memory and flickers back just as quick.
