Tiberius POV
I didn’t need to worry about taking notes during Bridgette’s confession. She was speaking into a microphone, on camera, and when she finished, she would sign some papers allowing us to use that as her confession. It might not be perfectly admissible in a human court, but the Alpha Council would gladly take it.
“I was ten when one of Rhyner’s goons killed my family,” she said, squaring her shoulders, speaking into the microphone proudly, as if she had nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of. “He was going to…” she trailed off, swallowing. It was as if all that pride melted away, and she’d reverted to that scared ten-year-old girl. “…he was going to do… terrible things to me.”
“How did you know?” I asked. I had rearranged the table when I brought in the recording equipment,
