Maisie
"He's from the other side," I argued, standing as Jericho shuffled across the small room, agitated. "And he's old as dirt. He would know something."
"He tried to kill you," Jericho hissed. "He tried to kill everyone."
I tucked my hair behind my ear. "Yes, well, now he can't. He's behind bars, remember? It'll just be a quick chit--"
A resounding "no" echoed throughout the room, rattling the bedframe.
I bristled with annoyance, but willed my muscles into relaxing and my posture into false acquiescence.
I was going to talk to him whether they wanted me to or not. Being stubborn about it would only alert them to the fact that my brain was already working overtime to figure out how to get me into the Council's dungeons without them knowing--
