“There must be at least one witness,” I said. “Someone who’d be willing to score points with their new Alpha by testifying against Patrick before the High Circle. Whether they saw it happen… or saw enough to be useful.”
Cole straightened. His eyes sharpened with interest—no, something worse. Something like satisfaction.
“If that happens,” I added, “Patrick’s attempt to drag Blood Crescent through the mud would backfire immediately. He’d bury himself with his own complaint.”
“Hm. But what if they assumed it was Draco himself who stabbed Alexander during the fight?” Cole said.
I hadn’t thought about that, but all the same… “It doesn’t matter what they assumed. What matters is what they say.”
Cole didn’t bother hiding his reaction this time. His lips parted, a dark grin slowly forming.
