Second Turning
The High King just gave him an icy look and let out a mocking laugh.
His second-in-command picked up where he left off.
The second-in-command's voice was icy as he reminded everyone, saying, "The High King has said it loud and clear: Sophie's chosen Damon."
Iris yelled, his voice laced with disbelief, "That's impossible! Sophie, tell them! You picked me, didn't you?
"It was me you chose!" His eyes were desperate, as if he could not trust his own ears.
I kept my voice calm. "I chose Damon."