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By the fifth day of the trial, I was finally informed that I would be taking the stand.
Apparently, because I was a key witness, the judges had me moved to a separate holding room hours before, citing the need to prevent "witness tampering”. The explanation made sense, but it did nothing to calm the knot twisting inside my stomach.
I spent most of the morning sitting in a private waiting room under guard; one guard had been assigned by Moonfall, and another by Stormfang.
Even now, nobody trusted anybody.
When the summons finally came, my legs felt like lead. I walked into the courtroom, every eye turned to me, the murmurs piping all the way down into a heavy, expectant hush.
The first thing I did was look for Zeus.
He was leaning back in his chair, his presence commanding the e
