Uncle Davis appeared at the top of the stairs, demeanor steelhard but anyone could see the grief he was hiding behind those deep frown lines. "Kaeren. Release Lynn's hand. You are making a grave mistake defending this girl."
I released Lynn, but I didn't step back. I felt Waverly trembling behind me, her fingers clutching the back of my shirt.
"I am making no mistake," I began, voice carrying to every corner of the room. Julian was leaning against a pillar near the lounge, a tablet in his hand, watching the news with that permanent 'concerned' look he always wore. "I am protecting my mate."
"She is a murderer!" Davis roared, descending the stairs. "How can you defend her?"
My right hand balled into a fist as I countered, "Because she didn't do it. Austin has the CCTV. Waverly walked out of our suite hours after Jake and Cora were already dead. She spent the night in my bed, Davis. Unless she can teleport through reinforced silver-glass, she is innocent."
