Chapter 145 The Trial

The morning of the trial broke cold and gray. Frost silvered the grass of the garden, and the dogwoods stood like skeletons against a pewter sky. Damian hadn't slept. I found him in the kitchen at 5:00 AM, staring into a mug of coffee that had long gone cold.

“You need to rest,” I said.

“I need th...

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