Iyana's palm struck Terrence's desk with a sharp thud, making his quill jump and startling him from his paperwork. "What in the blazes, Terrence? Why would you arrest Vyan?"
Terrence sighed, casting his gaze heavenward as if silently cursing the fates for landing him on duty tonight of all nights. "Commander, I had no choice in the matter. The evidence speaks plainly against him."
"Just because someone claims to have seen him doesn't mean they are telling the truth," Iyana retorted, her glare fierce.
"Ah, if only it were one person," Terrence replied, rubbing his temples. "But three separate witnesses, Commander. Three! And a crowd to boot, all of whom heard His Grace threaten to end Marquess Ryen's life. Not exactly the jesting sort of threat, either."
Iyana folded her arms, the defiance in her stance clear. "People make threats to scare others—it's a tactic, nothing more. That's all Vyan was doing."
