17 - Doom

~Dakota’s Point of View~

“Do I… get a trial or something,” I ask, just above a whisper.

A male with a pen and clipboard glares up at me and even though I know he’s no one important, I’m still terrified of him.

“A trial? When there were many witnesses all of whom will say it was you? When our own examiner noted your scent all over his majesty? When his blood was on you,” the male says, looking at me like I’m an idiot.

I bit my lip as a brick sinks in my belly. I’m still feeling Dex’s pain, I’m constantly sweating and Laney is pissing me off like never before.

“I guess I just thought…” I start to say, but instead I blow out a hard breath and fall back on the bench.I have nothing to say that’s helpful.

“The King will be here in the morning. Apparently there are many crimes you’re wanted for and this is just the beginning of our investigation,” he says, sticking his nose in the air and turning to walk out.

The cameras. The plotting. So many males out here know. They know it wa