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don’t you get a telepathic angel to check if I’m lying or not?” I looked at Veritas pointedly.
    “Why would I want to waste any more valuable resources on you?” Parla Hampton glared at me. “Besides, don’t think I didn’t hear about your little trick with the angel hair. How dare you use the precious gift that God has given us against another heavenly being?”
    Every word that came out of his mouth was pushing me closer and closer to losing the weak grip that I had on my self-control. “How can you be a heavenly being if you were born on earth? Doesn’t that make you the same as me?”
    Parla Hampton’s face turned purple and I suddenly felt my insides constrict painfully. Clutching my chest, I sank to my knees in agony, gasping for air. It felt like someone was squeezing my insides with an iron fist.
    The pain was excruciating, like a thousand hot needles were piercing every part of me. I screamed over and over again for it to stop—the circulation was being cut off throughout my entire body. I just wanted it to stop. Please, let it stop.
    “I think you have made your point, Parla Hampton.” Delware’s voice sounded distant.
    The painful sensation ended abruptly, and I rolled onto my back, struggling to regain my breathing. I took large gulps of air, welcoming it into my lungs.
    It was now clear that Parla Hampton was a very powerful healer who could take life just as easily as he could give it. Vengeance filled my body and I wanted so badly to do to him what he had done to me.
    “That will teach you to disrespect me, you filthy mortal,” he said in a tone closer to a snarl. It defied all logic and reasoning that this man could be an angel.
    No one in the room said anything. No one intervened. Parlas held too much power and no one was allowed to question them. It was messed up.
    Black dots danced before my eyes, and I shut them to stop my head from spinning. The pain was slowly leaving my body but the anger remained. I had never felt so much hatred towards anyone the way I did for Parla Hampton right now.
    “I know you have your doubts, but Katerina possesses excellent abilities in martial arts and stealth,” Delware said in my defense. “She has also expressed a desire to enrol in Academia to train as a SRECON agent. With such a small number of mortals in the world, she is a commodity we cannot afford to lose.”
    “As far as I am concerned, there are already far too many of them.”
    His words made my blood boil, and I fought the temptation to kick him in the knee caps. If SRECON hadn’t taken my wakizashi, I would’ve whooped his wrinkly ass by now.
    “Katerina has also maintained that she is innocent and I find it highly unlikely that a seventeen-year-old girl bested a hundred-year-old angel. The evidence surrounding Katerina is circumstantial and there is no solid proof linking her to Avangelista’s death,” Delware reasoned.
    “What do you suggest, Troitan? That we let her off all the charges? That is ludicrous and I will have no part in it. I want this girl charged for Ava’s murder.”
    “All I’m saying is that we should investigate further into Avangelista’s death and keep Katerina as a suspect. I believe we should exhaust all possible leads before putting a child on trial.”
    There were a few moments of silence, and I knew that the Parla was considering Delware’s words. He finally sighed and I opened my eyes to find him glaring down at me. “Very well, we will explore other avenues, but I am giving it six months. If anything substantial isn’t uncovered by then I will happily present her in front of Parlum.”
    Delware bowed his head. “I understand, Parla Hampton.”
    “And I want her punished severely for running away. I will not tolerate this kind of disobedience ever again.”
    “I will see to it that she is punished accordingly.”
    The Parla shot me a final look of contempt before glaring at Delware pointedly and striding out of the room without another