"What did you say?!"
The moment those words registered, Cliff's eyes narrowed and an overwhelming wave of killing intent erupted from his body.
It was a pressure unlike anything natural. Cold, dark, suffocating. Even the temperature inside the hall seemed to plunge.
"Based on several years of investigation, the so-called thugs from back then were never after gambling debts when they took your mother hostage." Forrest Morrow spoke with half-lidded eyes, his voice low and grave. "They were hired. The whole thing, start to finish, was a trap designed specifically for you. The purpose was to force the Divine Marshal into acting, so they'd have grounds to throw you in prison."
Three years ago, Cliff's influence had been at its zenith. Every officer in Draconia looked up to him as something
