92 – ERIK
“I believe this is your guy,” I said, nodding to the High Council of the Witches’ guards and pushing Devon (who now looked more like a hamburger than a man) toward them.
It was Gabriel, their leader, who grabbed him: I knew him well – he, after all, was my witch counterpart as Head of Defense, and we’d worked often together in the past.
“Thank you, Your Highness,” he said, keeping it formal and slightly bowing his head as his men locked heavy, iron cuffs around Devon’s wrists. “Devon diLaurentis, you’re accused of practicing dark magic, attempted resurrection of criminals, and murder. For these accusations, you will face a trial. In the meantime, you will be placed under the custody of the High Council of the Witches”.
Devon whimpered – not that he could do much, considerin
