The church howled. Livia screamed. But the petrified oak did not shake, and Judge Thorne did not flinch.
Livia smirked. “So says every thief.”
The chamber gasped. She walked slowly to the center of the floor, her robe whispering against the stone. She stopped before Kael.
“No,” Judge Thorne said. “I asked if you touched the cup before it was reported stolen. The temple’s own log shows you visited the vault the night before. Alone.”
“The court will hear the accused,” she said.
