Atticus's POV
Garcia nestles against my chest while her legs intertwine with Collin's beneath the soft blanket. We both watch her peaceful expression as gentle snores escape her lips.
Sleep had evaded her completely the previous night due to the stress of the impending trial. Exhaustion had been written across every line of her face as we made our way back to the waiting SUVs. Her Squad had formed a protective barrier around us, creating an impenetrable wall against any potential threats who might target their Captain.
Meryl leans forward from the seat behind us, a wicked grin spreading across her features. "This new trial format works much better than the old system. Though I could have lived without discovering that manipulative witch shares blood with Garcia."
Livia swivels in her seat to face Meryl, then shifts her gaze to study Garcia's sleeping form. Questions dance behind her thoughtful eyes as pieces of a puzzle begin forming in her mind.
