Chapter 145
Whispers went through the crowd. I tensed as he paused in front of the door. Argonathe adjusted the front of his silk robe, tying the front in a knot. Blood was splattered all over him, much like Gwen. “A trial would be favorable.” Ansel nodded quietly. “Good. I’ll speak to the other’s and set things in motion-“ “No. You’ll do it now.” Gwen said. Her voice was steady and determined. A growl escaped my throat and fear coursed through me. I tensed, gripping her close. Argonathe paused and I tensed every muscle, waiting to see the flinch, a hint of movement that he’d attack. The crowd was silent, the scent of fear thick. They might’ve been comfortable challenging Ansel, but they were old enough to know better not to f*ck with the Fae. Argonathe titled his head, slowly turning it towards
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