It seemed like everyone was doing that right now. Instead of staring at him, and making him any more uncomfortable than he, no doubt, already was, I looked away. My eyes roamed over the five members of the judiciary, the five people who would determine whether or not I was sentenced to a life under exile. I focused on the one woman who seemed somewhat familiar. Mary something. Try as I might, I couldn’t recall her last name. I remembered meeting her the same night I was presented informally to the Council, the same night I first arrived in the city.Now I could put a name to her face, I tried to count my blessings. Seren and Etoile successfully resisted Georgia’s misdirection and spin, and their testimonies were both matching and supportive of me, without being obsequious. If I were sent home, away from all this, I would still have Evan, Annalise and Gage, and my friends in Wilding. Maybe I’d have to find another job, but my classes were going along well, and with more qualifications, it might become a little easier.
