#Chapter 98 Dominic

Dominic Tyler’s head snapped around so fast I thought his neck might crack. Vivian shifted in her seat. Then, the door opened. A faceless woman came in, the sign of a cloaking spell, flanked by two ushers. She looked tiny, petite. She walked slowly toward the front, her flats soft on the polished floor, and swore her oath without hesitation. The judge looked to Arielle. “Proceed.” There was something about her. TM sat like she was trying to disappear into the witness stand, delicate fingers clutched in her lap, and she was trembling. Her voice, when she gave her name, was barely above a whisper, blotted out per the cloaking spell, and yet, something about her struck me as familiar. I couldn’t place it. I kept scanning her, searching for the pattern. Arielle rose slowly from her seat, posture regal, heels clicking like a clock ticking toward someone’s undoing. “TM,” she said with deceptive calm. “How long have you known Tyler?” “About a year,” TM said quietly. “And in tha