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Relief
The members of the Great Council were slowly leaving the room. Sariel stood up and silently observed them leave. He was clenching his fists, his face revealing a faint smile, proof of his satisfaction. I kept sitting in the uncomfortable, massive chair while my heart thundered. I felt like I had just dodged a bullet. My hands were still shaking, even though I kept telling myself that it was all over.
Soon, Sariel, Mr. Gotha, and I were the only ones in the courtroom. I locked my eyes on Sariel until he finally looked at me. He smirked and walked over to my seat.
"You used me." I glared at him while getting up.
"I didn't use you. Our reasons might have been different, but the goal was the same." He shrugged.
"Do you have any idea how terrified I was? You should have at least told me something about your plan… And who is that Judge Calvet?!" I burst out.
"Dominique Calvet is my sister," he stated calmly.
"So you could have told me that s
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