Elena was slamming the door of Logan's chamber so violently there was a commotion of the shutters rattling.
'Bertram is dead', she said. 'I asked him no question, like the last witness they slew in their own need.'
Logan sat on the edge of his bed, one hand pressed against his ribs, where the wound stubbornly refused to heal. "Then seems like your uncle's testimony was worth less living than dead to whoever put this together."
That is not the point. Elena advanced the distance across the room that separated them, stopping directly before him; her voice was strained by the long afternoon spent between an ornery court and a defenseless man." That is not the point. The point is that half the lords in that hall now think you murdered my father just because one man cannot be called to answer
