Matt
We walked downstairs and opened the door. There was a group of official-looking people accompanied with a tall, willowy woman who smelled like chamomile and wore a lot of yellow. There were a bunch of flowers in her hair. She looked more like a nymph from human mythology than a witch. She looked around with wide eyes as her two companions looked at us.
“We’re here on behalf of the Council and the Inter-Species Liaison.”
Each of them extended a thick envelope toward us.
“You’re being charged with several criminal charges, including human trafficking and deadly assault, on the human and the supernatural side. We’re here to bolster your human and supernatural representation against the organization pressing charges against you.”
I grimaced.
“What human organization?” Tony asked
