Jessamyn's mind raced. Could someone have been impersonating her? But who? The Purple Hood was her secret identity, known to very few.
She saw suspicion and whispers beginning to ripple through the assembly as they murmured about the notorious Purple Hood, the mindless killer.
Is this an attempt to ruin the name of the Purple Hood further? Is this a plan against the council? Did someone pay him to say that?
Jessamyn stared at the merchant who appeared to be speaking the truth.
Archon Erlan's gaze was piercing as he addressed the merchant, "Are you certain of what you saw?"
"Yes, Archon," the merchant replied, his voice steadier now. "The hood was distinct. I couldn't mistake it."
Jessamyn's heart pounded. Someone was trying to frame her, or it might have been a ploy to weed out the real Purple Hood. She felt a stare at her and looked to see Jerrick observing her.
