"You know we will need witnesses for this case."
Ewan's voice was gentle, wrapping around Athena's awareness as he slid his hand around her waist, pulling her close. His warmth pressed into her, grounding her, even as her thoughts spiraled ahead to the prison visit.
He was dutifully reminding her of the needs for the case as she prepared to go visit Cedric alone. This was different from the elder's council, where anything went—for even the recording might be termed as truth under compulsion.
Athena nodded, her mind working through the thought. She had already sent the addition to the lawyer, who would forward it the next day to the lawyer representing Cedric and his family—a murder trial in addition to fraud.
Which witness would stand? Would Connor? But wouldn't that put his freedom at risk, considering he wasn't exactly righteous?
