Thessalia POV

How dare he accuse the shifters of such a horrible thing!

“No!” Thessalia glared at Casuhill. “Garnet, can you drop my glamor, please?”

Garnet strained against the invisible wall and so did Cyran. All of them stood as if preserved in glass, or frozen in amber. “I can try …”

Thessalia stared into Casuhill’s orange orbs. “Please, let them at least be able to move their staffs so we can show you …”

Casuhill spat an orange glowing ...