#Chapter 32 Court Fool

Helen POV Justin had knelt down beside me in our holding cell, hearing the jeers of the court from the slits in the vent overhead. They hated us, wanted to make us suffer, all while Alpha King Juden hardly could be bothered by the fact that his son was being persecuted as a monster. “How are you so calm?” Justin stared up at the vent, his hearing good enough without the advantage, though it certainly helped me tune into the riot upstairs. “I have little belief that there will be a bad outcome, my mate.” “They hated me before I exposed myself as having a pure coat.” I looked at the grimy floor speckled with my blood, my arm still wounded and healing slow; too slow for my comfort. “Now they’re speculating over what it means.” “Well, let them do our work for us,” Justin muttered. “Maybe they are all just as smart as they pretend to be.” “This is not the time for bantering with the court, they think I’ve killed someone.” “They think a lot of things, Helen. It doesn’t mean my