Some of the pack members were already scrambling away from the entrance, pushing over benches in their hurry. Others stayed rooted to their benches, eyes wide as dinner plates, whispering furiously behind their hands. "Is that…?" "No, she's dead, isn't she?"
The braver ones stayed where they were, ready to fight. But no one made to leave the hall, even those that hid themselves were all peeking out from behind their hiding places, necks craning, because apparently a ghost showing up to her own murderer's trial was the best entertainment Dravengard had seen in years.
Every eyes in the hall watched the figure walking slowly down the centre aisle.
Lara Vaughn.
Alive. Walking. Looking back at the staring faces with the calm of a woman who had nothing left to be afraid of.
Connor and three gammas were already moving to intercept her when Kira strolled in right behind her.
"Hold your peace!" Kira said.
Connor and the three gammas halted and fell back, watching.
