Trace watched with fascination as the Emperor looked over their group, and then reached one giant hand towards Denholm.
The cowardly man attempted to scramble away, but he wasn't quick enough.
However, that occurrence was secondary in his attention to Ben's addition to the conversation.
"Denholm's crimes are myriad," He asserted. "Again, just now, we all observed him commit murder. Under our laws, he is deserving of death several times over."
Murder?
Trace's eyes searched for his father. Grandpa was laid out on the bed. Mia knelt beside him, tears streaking her face. Ford had one arm around the girl in comfort, but his eyes were hollow as he stared down at the old man.
Brokenhearted.
The fake sorrow Trace had felt before was nothing compared to the rage and grief that filled him now.
