Another voice interrupted, and the room turned to him. Viscount Weymouth.
“No one is impugning Lord McLoughlin here, Lady Jenna—he has vouched for your ability, as well as your motives. But the Law demands proof, and your continued objection puts you in quite a precarious position. We are living in dangerous times...we must know your loyalties and learn your Gifts, if you have any, especially since it will be so easy for you to provide any kind of proof. You are either Ikati or you are not. You are either with us or against us.”
Murmurs of assent were heard around the room. Leander saw nodding heads and smug looks of congratulation passed from face to face.
With a flush of anger that brought the blood to his face, Leander curled his hands into tight fists. Morgan was right. These men we
