Chapter 79
Mirage POV
The next day
The entire city was draped in panic. Posters were plastered on the walls of shops, nailed to trees along the roads, and projected onto holographic billboards in the human district. The headlines screamed the same thing over and over:
"MURDER AT EDENVALE: PRIME SUSPECT IDENTIFIED."
Her face was there. Viona's.
I stood at the corner of a crowded street, one of the countless wanted bulletins glowing in the lamplight, and felt my chest tighten with something I had not allowed myself to feel in years. Fear.
My jaw clenched. No. Impossible.
Viona, a murderer? No, she wasn't incapable of violence-if she had to, she could fight, could kill even-but this wasn't her. Not strung up like a trophy criminal in front of the entire world. And if she were guilty,
