TrustThe edge of the stone stair dug coldly into my belly as Bri and I listened to the voices seeping through the large crack beneath the door of Jon’s study. Bri held me close, his arm around my back, and helped me stay still. I breathed soft and shallow, straining to hear every word.
“We can appease them,” said Avinna’s powerful voice. “Chase used his horns, and a slave can’t have a weapon. We can cut them off and show the judge he’s no threat.”
“Would Valence be appeased by anything but death?” said Jon’s measured voice. “Until Valence is appeased, the law will not be either. Chase is a slave, and even I did not fully appreciate what that meant until now.”
“Chase acted as a slave should, protecting a citizen,” said Marcus’s clear, melodic voice. “A youthful overreaction? Perhaps. Bu
