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Chapter 32 — The Aftershock

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-09 03:18:36

Eva’s POV

I turn to face my audience.

Most of them stand frozen, like statues. A few have vomited in the corners. Two are slumped on the floor, backs against the wall. Honestly, I expected worse. I’m almost impressed. Well—almost. They handled it better than I thought they would.

I glance once more at Teo’s lifeless body, sprawled in a pool of blood. Then I leave the cell for good.

Theo and the council wait for me in the hallway. No one speaks. Shock is etched into their faces, and I notice some of the elders trembling.

“I don’t know how you can do this,” Elder Asher mutters, rubbing his temples.

“I’m sorry you had to witness it,” I say as I motion for them to head outside. “We were created for this. But you—you have conscience, and you shouldn’t have to endure these things. I hope this is the last time you’ll ever witness an execution like that.”

“I’m glad justice was served,” Elder Orson adds, voice tight. “But what happens if you’re wrong and punish an innocent?”

“Then I d
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