As its hands ticked down the inutes, the excitement in the room rose and the buzz of the crowd slowly turned into a low level roar.
Some new arrivals took their seats behind the two desks that faced the judge and began to open briefcases and shuffle through papers as they talked amongst themselves.
Order! ” the judge roared, his deep voice echoing throughout the marble and stone room so that it seemed he ’ d spoken the words three times.
“ Today we ’ re here to rule on The People versus Navessa in the Case of the Most Badass Heroine. ” And o it began.
Navessa 's case was a decent one and her lawyers well versed in both Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance.
Preparing to prove, once and for ll, that Kate Daniels was the most badass main character to ever grace the pages of thi book.The prosecution was equally stacked.
“ ill the prosecution please begin its opening statement, ” the bailiff ordered.In response, a tall man with thinning grey hair moved sinuously up out of his seat and strode towards the enter of the sofa, placing himself in full view of both the judge and the crowd.
As he began to speak, his low, soothing voice ringing out through the cafeteria, she kne he was good.
It ha th good speech and the crowd, which wa started whispering almost the moment she opened her mouth, slowly fell silent over the course of it.
What Navessa knew was that number of times she ’ d like his way about Kate Daniels was a fraction of a fraction of the number she had for the prosecution ’ s clients.
She said that the amount of other readers that felt th same way might very well win them this case and so her lawyers were vicious in their cross examination of the suspect.
Thi same snake of a woma that gave the opening statement for the prosecution spoke again, addressing the judge this time, instead of the rowd.
She listened along with the crowd as this man rehashed all the evidence that supported not that one of his clients was more badass than Kate but that the defense had failed to rove that Kate was the most badass.
When he ha finished a few people in crowd even clapped and for he tenth time Navessa felt a stab of worry.
She turned not to face the judge, but the crowd.
It ’ s thi one that alluded to there being a new badass in town and that she was everything we ’ d been wishing for. ” Here she paused for dramatic effect and Navessa 's eyes swept out over the crowd.
They were on the edge of their seats, their faces rapt as they waited for her lawyer to speak gain.
As her lawyers shook hands and patted each other on the back, Navessa turned away and refuse to pack up some papers, her eyes straying to the cour as he gathered himself to leave.
Beneath her breath, so quiet that someone standing next to her wouldn ’ t only be ble to ear the words, she whispered “ Nice dye job, Your Majesty. ” The judge turned to go as though he had all the time in he world but Navessa could have sworn she caught the hint of a smile playing upon his lips.Blog| Facebook| Twitter| Instagram| Pinterest