It was like being inside an aviary.
So many birds lined up on thrones, trying to chirp, crow, or tweet louder than the others. There were all kinds. Pretty birds, old birds, young birds, big and small, quiet and loud. And vultures.
"This is your evidence, Duke De Crescent?" Andromea scoffed from the large chair she sat on. "A director who only remembers being hit on the head? Why isn't she here to testify herself?"
She glanced down. The Duke De Crescent stood on the lowest level of the assembly, looking up at the rows of seats, and yet, the man effortlessly dominated the room. She couldn't help but wonder how he managed to be so imposing. Maybe it was the thick black cloak, his sharp features, or the visible anger glowing in his red eyes. He was eerily still, but the fury emanated from
