“Rape of a femspring is not trivial, no matter how ancient a matter, even if unproven,” Juraens said. “There was enough evidence for your fathers to pull you out of lineage and deny you the courtesy title of Marquisate. As it happens, Bane, I have no issues with Flagen. I never suspected Flagen of the rape and murder of a femspring of only six risings. I knew it was you. You set him up.” Juraens visibly trembled, his hands clenched. Mark could read his body language. If he didn’t separate them now, Bane would be dead in an eye blink.
“Juraens.” The officer stopped and turned at the sound of Mark’s voice. Juraens was just as vulnerable to Mark as Mark was to him.
Mark spoke aloud to TeZarron, Juraens, and Bane. “Gentlemen, both Admirals Jonal and Tonas noted in their respective logs that
