PERSEFONE POV
I had officially decided that I hated trials.
Not justice. Justice was fine. I was a big fan of people being held accountable for their bullshit, particularly when said bullshit involved trying to murder my family.
And if justice included my golden roots? Way better.
But trials?
Goddess, they were exhausting.
We'd been sitting in the Council chamber for almost an hour, and Dante had already asked the same question in three different ways. The poor warrior standing in front of us looked like he was about to piss himself, and I was starting to wonder whether anyone would notice if I slipped out for a coffee.
Aside from Aiden.
The bastard noticed everything.
'Stop fidgeting, my love.'
See?
'I'm not fidgeting.'
'You've changed position seven times in the last ten minu
