From the corner of my eye, I caught Eliza traipsing up to Claire and murmuring something in her ear. Something that made Claire’s gaze drift over the assembly. Were they revising their strategy, or looking for character witnesses of their own? “Claire, the stage is yours for further questioning,” Asher announced. “Unless you’d prefer Ish Eliza to do your bidding. She seems quite fond of being your lackey.” The collective sucking of air was epic, and if I weren’t worried about how it might harm the vote tonight, I would’ve smirked. Eve certainly did. “Not fond of your mother’s pet?” I asked.
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