The next day, Kane came to the cottage with a report in his hand. "Vera just miscarried. She can't withstand questioning in the silver cells."
He slid the document across the table, his expression conflicted.
"The report says you authorized the poison trials in Pine Ridge. You're the Luna. At worst, the Council will issue a reprimand. They won't impose a severe punishment."
I looked down.
The report did more than pin Vera's crimes on me. It claimed Kane had missed the outbreak because he was escorting his Luna to Pine Ridge.
His handwritten signature sat at the bottom.
"Evelyn, cover for her this one last time. Once this is over, I won't let anyone hurt you again."
He had planned everything so neatly.
I would confess to a serious crime before the Council while he stayed in Blackwoo
