Her hands were shaking. She pressed them against her thighs. Her face was very calm. She had practiced calm. She had learned it in seven years of marriage to a man who lied to her every day. She knew how to wear a mask.
But underneath the mask, she was burning.
She was not afraid. She was angry. So angry she could taste it.
"You’ve already decided," she said. Her voice was quiet. "You’ve already decided I’m guilty. The test is just a formality."
No one denied it.
Eleanor crossed her arms. "The test will confirm what we already know."
"And if it doesn’t?" Veyra looked at her. "If the test proves that I made that medication myself? That I developed it? That I saved her life with something I created with my own hands?"
Eleanor’s smile flickered. "It won’t."
"But if it does."
The room was silent.
Veyra looked at Dorian. He was still watching her and still unreadable.
"You said you would take responsibility," she said to him. "You said if anything went wrong, you would take the blame. But what about if things go right? What about if I’m telling the truth? What do I get then?"
Dorian’s jaw tightened. "What do you want?"
"I want to be believed." Her voice cracked. She hated that it cracked. "I want to be treated like a person and not like a criminal or like a liar and not like someone who has to prove her worth every single second of every single day."

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