Fiona turned to the crowd. Her face alive with excitement. “The trial of Everly Danvers and these betrayers will begin immediately.” She bellowed.
The crowd of witches murmured in surprise. Normally a trial took several weeks if not months. Evidence had to be gathered, witnesses questioned, and all of it would then be presented before the Council and they would decide your fate. But Fiona was pushing this through too fast. But why?
Sage paced the small room they had escorted us into. She was irate and even though the door had been magically locked she still continued to try it, thinking that this time it would somehow be open.
“Would you please relax?” I mumbled burying my head in my hands.
“How can you be so calm?” She cried turning to me.