Betty's POV. 

His voice dropped to a low grumble. 

“But we’ll uncover who it is. And when we do…” His jaw clenched. “There will be no trial next time.”

A chill ran through me.

Before I could form a response, his hand moved gently to my lower back.

“Come,” he murmured. “You’ve been in chaos long enough. You need air.”

I didn’t argue as we walked in silence until we reached a pair of tall iron doors guarded by two wolves in armour. 

Damien just nodded, and they ...