I could feel the woman's body go still against mine as I whispered.
A strong tremble went through her, and I didn't have to look at her face to know that it had turned pale.
She didn't speak any words, just her heavy breath leaving her lips, her chest rising and falling.
"You tried to kill me."
"You attacked me first!" Her words seemed to have given her some spine.
"When did I attack you?"
"You sneaked up on me," she refuted.
"Remember what I said: this is public ground."
Maybe at the start, a fair juror would find slight fault with me.
I might not have broken any laws or done anything strictly wrong, but I had gone looking for trouble.
The attempted attack on me, though, changed everything.
I might be a lousy citizen, but the woman in my arms had clearly attempted murder.
"How do they call it—attempted or premeditated murder?"
If there was a court for us supernaturals, then I would be a clear victim in the current situation.
