“You did this?” His voice was a low, dangerous growl, each word heavy with accusation.
“Lucian, she’s lying!” My voice trembled, but I held firm. “I didn’t touch her. You know I wouldn’t!”
I glanced at Thorne, silently pleading for him to say something, to back me up. His eyes met mine, conflicted and torn, but he said nothing. Of course, he wouldn’t—not now. Not with Selene twisting everything around.
Selene’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. The kind of smile that only I could see. This bitch.
I clenched my fists, anger rising inside me. I was about to retaliate, when a firm voice roared. The authority in that voice left no room for argument. The crowd of warriors began to disperse, but the tension still hung heavily in the air.
"Everyone, back to your posts! Freya, follow me to the council den."
