His eyes glowed bluer, just a tinge of that unearthly light that came into his eyes whenever he went into battle, and something else. The way his pupils expanded to nearly obscure the iris warned Jamin not to push the issue. Oh? So he wasn't the only man in this village with an anger management issue.
Jamin shut his mouth. The whispers would continue against Mikhail no matter what the verdict. By Ninsianna's murderous expression, he had hit a nerve. All was not well between the Chosen One and the goddesses Champion. He could see it. Revenge was sweet!
It was Yalda who interrupted his gloating by clearing her throat to get everyone's attention.
“How do the members of the tribunal rule?” Rakhshan asked.
“Guilty!” all three spoke in unison.
Guilty. The words echoed deep in his gut. Guilt
