The judgment box was smaller than I remembered.
I stood in the centre of the council hall with my hands clasped behind my back, trying to control the anger simmering just beneath my skin.
The Raze could sense my emotions. It could feel the hostility radiating from every corner of this room, and it wanted out.
Days ago, it would not have been easy to control it without my suppressant, but I'd gone 48 hours without popping any pills.
They'd summoned me this morning—a formal notice delivered by Beta Thomas before the sun had risen. I hadn't even had time to check on Naya before leaving. The healers had yet to give me any information, and I was worried.
The not-knowing was eating me alive.
But right now, I had bigger problems.
The council hall was packed. Every seat in the gallery was filled. I scanned the crowd, taking note of the faces staring back at me with various expressions of anger, disgust, and satisfaction.
