Lane's POV
Brenda opened her mouth, but no words came out.
Compensation?
She hadn't given me even a wolf fang!
So she cried even louder. "Whether there was compensation or not... Lane knows in her heart! Get out of the way and let her talk to me herself!"
"Mrs. Blackwood, crying is not evidence," Faulkner said calmly.
"If there was compensation, just name the items and the amounts."
He paused and looked at the crowd, which was now dead quiet.
"You said you treated Ms. Conlay like your own pup after the Conlays were massacred, staying by her side day and night. That's only half true."
"It's true someone was being cared for day and night."
"But it wasn't Ms. Conlay. It was you—gravely ill and clinging to life!"
"What does he mean?" The onlookers' eyes went wide.
Brenda tried to
