"...how many coincidences must we accept before they stop being coincidences?"
The court fell silent as a few people nodded, agreeing with Cain's assessment.
Elion had to give the man some credit.
Cain knew how to speak.
More importantly, he knew how to arrange unrelated or partially related truths in a way that made them sound far more damning when placed beside one another.
The problem was that this time, there really was some truth buried underneath all of it.
Elion had used the ink of yearning on Liora.
He couldn't deny that to himself. Whether Cain could actually prove he was responsible was another matter entirely, even though the fact that it was somehow linked to demonic forces was false.
Elion was almost certain that these people were simply throwing shots in the dark here.
One of the councillors looked toward Liora.
"Lady Liora." Liora's shoulders stiffened. "Please stand."
Slowly, Liora rose from her seat.
