onversations happening?
Did Witches and Warlocks do genetic testing? Was there a way to know for sure?
Nathan nodded. “We need to convene for a moment, and we will give you our verdict directly.”
He turned and cast a veil.
Matlock stepped off the chair and disappeared behind the veil with him.
I stared at the wall, shock immobilizing my arms and legs.
What the actual fuck?
I was alone. In a pretend room in a magic realm, on trial for being illegitimate.
This had gotten beyond ridiculous.
This was insane.
Surely, they saw that?
The veil fell and I saw my father’s face.
It hit me like an axe across the chest, slicing into my heart, robbing me of breath, of blood, of life.
Nathan stepped forward. “Ava, you are guilty of breaking one of our most sacred laws. You have accused our High Warlock of treason, and are thus, guilty of treason yourself. And therefore, you are sentenced to Mort Magique.”
The look of satisfaction of Charity’s face was enough to tell me that this was bad.
I swallowed hard and met Nathan’s gaze head on. “And what is that, exactly?”
“It is death by magical execution. You have three days.”
I didn’t know where to look.
I gasped like fish, spluttering to find words.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tavlor move his hand, a shimmer of light happening a momentary flash.
Then the locket around my neck began to heat and glow.
My mother was back.
Chapter 20.
I was magicked back to my cell so quickly I couldn’t believe it.
I blinked, and then I was back. In the hospital room passing for a jail cell, still sitting in my chair.
I rolled off the chair and landed on the bed, grasping for my locket.
“Mother,” I whispered. “Mother, what should I do?”
If they were watching me through these one-way walls, then they would think I was crazy and talking to the memory of my dead mother.
It was close enough to be the truth, but it wasn’t the whole story.
Oh, Ava, I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know where I went, or how I got back. But I’m here now.