Kayla
“She’s going to get what she deserves. Today,” Emma said, drumming her fingers against the armrest of her wheelchair. It was the third time she’d said it in the last half hour, but none of us called her on it. We were all tense.
We stood outside the guild hall in a loose circle, our faces grim as we awaited the verdict. Nicholas had been inside for hours already, testifying in Isabella’s trial.
I’d already given my statement yesterday, recounting everything from Isabella’s manipulation to her disguising herself as Anna to try to separate us.
“How long do these proceedings usually take?” Grace asked, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She looked so different now from the traumatized woman we’d rescued from the guild’s basement months ago.
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