Gethin tapped his finger in irritation and impatience. It had been almost a year since he lodged his complaint with the Court. He had expected immediate action given the seriousness of the accusations, but they had been dragging their feet.
“You good?” Sama, the asparas beside him, asked.
He glanced at her with a frown. Like most air elementals, her physical form was incorporeal and phased in and out of his vision, especially when she moved. She was surprisingly calm, considering the trial to come. There were precedents to be made, and they were going to be sending a strong statement to other Fae who thought they could break the rules. His only thought as to why she was so calm was simply because that was the way of her species.
They didn’t form strong attachments and observed things
