Maisie
Thirty minutes later and it wasn't looking good. I was exhausted. My shoulders drooped as I fought to keep my head up. I just wanted it all to be over.
After Zaytsev had twisted Regina's testimony to her own benefit, she brought all of the bagged evidence forward to be displayed before the court. The murder weapon. Torn scraps of my dress. My hair. My broken nails. My fingerprints. My DNA.
Mine. Mine. Mine. All mine.
More false testimonies, this time from imprisoned Lycan rebels, who swore I was working with Margaret.
It was Alden's turn to question the witnesses, but regardless of how good he might be, I already knew there was no hope for me.
I could see it in the faces of the Councils. The people. Zaytsev had obliterated whatever hopes I could've had at swaying them. I could feel my own execution closing in.
