MARTHA POV
ONE MONTH LATER
Today was the day.
Which was a dramatic way to put it, considering no one was going to be executed, crowned, marked, mated, exiled, challenged, or forced to drink blood out of a sacred cup.
Probably.
I had learned to leave room for surprises in the supernatural world.
Today was only court.
My first courtroom in the supernatural world.
Only.
I stood in front of the mirror in the suite that had somehow become mine over the last month and adjusted the collar of my blouse for the fourth time, because apparently my hands needed something to do while the rest of me tried not to vibrate out of my skin. Or vomit. Either was a possibility.
Black blazer.
Cream blouse.
High-waisted trousers.
Hair pinned back, but not too tightly, because Caelin had told me I l
