Clarabel

Talia’s face twisted into an expression of utter outrage, her jaw tightening as she stared up at Malakai. 

"You are questioning my innocence?" she exploded, her voice shrill and echoing off the vaulted ceiling. She gestured toward me with a sharp, mocking flick of her wrist. "You are interrogating me in front of the entire assembly because of her? Why under the Goddess’s sky would I know or care about the whereabouts of this woman’s bastard child?"

The last remains of my restraint snapped. My vision blurred red. I didn't care about the guards, I didn't care about the pack laws, and I didn't care about the consequences. I...