My Mind Reading Gift Exposed Your Lies, My Lord
I raised my hand, instantly conjuring several pieces of parchment that reeked of a foul stench.
Smack!
I slapped the papers across her face. The foul stench of voodoo magic hit the air.
"Look at what this is." I stepped closer, my voice echoing in the yard.
Gene frantically grabbed the papers.
As she read the text, her face went totally white, and she backed away like she had seen a ghost.
"This is rock-solid proof of you embezzling from the vault to buy voodoo blood potions for Alistair on the black market," I ruthlessly tore off her final defense. "A smuggling tab of seventy thousand gold coins. Every single transaction, clear as day."