Chapter 13

Dame’s POV

“Care to explain this?” Elder Nicholas breathed the minute I stepped into the meeting hall. He had his phone pointed at me.

My eyes watered while I watched with a calm demeanor. “What is it this time?” I queried settling into my chair.

Lance stepped forward to take the phone from him. “Increase the volume.” His father ordered and he did as told.

“What the fuck?” Lance blurted a bit too late before remembering that he was in front of the elders.

I tapped my fingers angrily on the table as my eyes twitched in response to the sound from the phone. Everything I had just said a few minutes ago was being said loud and clear like I had gone for a recording session. I cracked my neck to keep the stiffness away. That witch of a lady, Judith, must have recorded me. Either her or Jean herself. Those wretched paupers. I should have known nothing good would come from them.

The elders gave me a cold look when the video stopped playing.

Elder Karl snorted, shaking his head. “Just a few we