As much as what the people saw and heard shocked the entire hall in disgust and disbelief, the video froze Varrel right where he sat.
His fists clenched on the table, shaking with rage, like he couldn't fucking believe what he'd just witnessed. He remembered too vividly about last night.
It was still clear to him. He had Lethia under his sheet. No fucking doubt about it. The one he thrust his soul into was Lethia. Her soft skin, her scent, even the little bump on her belly. That was her.
So why, why the hell was the woman in the video not Lethia... but the oracle?
He blinked hard, hoping his eyes were lying. Hoping this was some sick dream. But no, what played on the screen was undeniable. The mosaic blur only covered their bodies, and anyone could see it. His face. The oracle's face. It was she in that damn video.
He could feel the razor gaze of judgment cutting through him from every direction inside the hall, even if he didn't meet a single one of those eyes.
