The council chamber was as tense as it could get, and one could almost feel the electric jolts moving through everyone. Everyone present knew how serious the case was. Veronica belonged to the upper-class society, and her association with Jethro made her case a high priority; she was almost his Luna. It also attracted quite a crowd to the hearing. The marble floors gleamed under high chandeliers, their polished surfaces reflecting the white walls and bright lights in this very excited atmosphere.
Rashel watched from her place in the front row, arms folded tightly across her chest, as Veronica was led in by two guards in silver uniforms. Her wrists were bound, her once-lustrous hair disheveled, but her eyes still burned with the same contempt and defiance Rashel knew her for. Only three da
