Chapter 9 Break The Cycle

• The air in the courtyard didn't just feel cold; it felt sharp, like a blade resting against a throat.
• Harlan didn't waste time. He stepped into the center of the torchlight, snapping open a leather folder. "Theresa of General Support," he intoned, his voice flat and smooth. "You are charged with high treason, the forging of pack ledgers, and conspiring with rogue elements to destabilize the Draven border."
• I didn't flinch. I didn't plead. I looked past him, my eyes locked on Dorian, who stood to the north with a faint victor's smirk tugging at his mouth.