"That's impossible! We've been in our quarters all night!"
Elaria stood in the Council Hall staring at the body of one of the male councilors. His throat had been slit with what looked like a shadow blade, and he'd been dead for at least two hours.
"Witnesses saw shadow magic being used," Council Leader Talira said, her expression cold. "And you two are the most powerful shadow users in the city."
"There are at least a hundred void-touched people in the Eastern Cities," Draven shot back. "Why assume it was us?"
"Because this was left at the scene." Talira held up a piece of fabric—torn from Elaria's dress. The same dress she'd worn earlier that day.
Elaria's blood ran cold. "That's from my formal gown. But I haven't worn it since this afternoon. It's been in our chambers."
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