“Not on the jury, your honour, but the handsome dark angel behind you is one of my mates,” she says with a small smile. The Judge chuckles, and I feel the female at my side tense and her powers crackle with anger.
“Agent Knight has informed me of that, so I have no objection to him staying and doing the job requested of him.” I see Ember relax a little, Jameson's lip curls at the information, and he whispers to his lawyer.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
EMBER
Jameson has gone from accusing me of being a worthless human with the knowledge of the supernatural to being a powerful mage who has manipulated thousands of people, I step forward so Saint and Lilith ‘apt name for the sour bitch’ can use their shadows to show the Jury my memories of Jameson, thankfully Saint has been working with me for years to hide my sight and show it as an aura in my memories, I can tell straight away Lilith doesn’t like me, she slams her shadows into me but I know Saint will keep me safe so no mental walls are stopping her and she physically stumbles. “Ms Ashes, can you show us your memories of Samuel Jameson, please?” the judge asks, so I start at the earliest one.
“Shut your mouth and stay hidden. No one wants a worthless brat like you; only your cunt is worth anything,” Jameson sneers at me as he pushes me into the broom closet. I watch through the slats, and I notice my dad walking in,
But I don’t recall that part of the memory, I was busy trying to work out what a cunt was and why it would be useful.
“Ms Ashes, how old are you in this memory?” Saint squeezes my hand
“I was three, your honour, I forgot about the man. I was too busy trying to understand Jameson's words, the man is my biological father, Alpha Makyal Ivanova”
We watch as Dad asks if there are ANY three-year-old females in the home, and everyperson denies my existence.
The memories continue, being taken from Ren with cloth pressing against my nose, being thrown to the Hounds, leaving me at the Den, the zigzag drives where he would eat and leave me hungry, I show the snip bits of the cage even though it’s just him being mentioned, I show my time at the pit and how I ended up with the Lennox pack, I finally end with him trying to convince my real family that they were mistaken, as the memories fade Saint kisses my forehead,
“Any questions?” the judge asks, a snarky voice perks up
“How come you didn’t speak up when your apparent father was asking for you, even stating your date of birth?” I look towards the crystal mage
“I was a three year old, told to shut my mouth trying to work out what a cunt was, I am not a shifter I was regularly told I’m a worthless human with only the knowledge of the supernatural, I can tell what people are from their auras and once Jameson found that out he had me tested, multiple times human, wolf and mage in various combinations came back, my subconscious recalls those facts but how many three year olds can concentrate on more than one thing, plus at that group home I was fed one slice of cold toast for breakfast with a glass of tap water, no lunch just some more water and evening meal was what was left after all the other shifters had eaten and a mug of warm weak tea no milk, I was hungry, wearing a dress that didn’t fit and no shoes I would guess but I don’t remember that I didn’t have underwear. So you tell me, why didn’t I call out?” She just sniffs at me as a few of the other jurors make noises in agreement with my statement,
“Ms Ashes, why did you never ask teachers for help? Or police? Other social workers?” I look at the Man who asks, he’s a raccoon shifter. I look at Saint.
“Can you show them, please?” he nods and takes my hands again the images flow from me, me telling someone then I would be moved to a new location, or a suicide notice would appear in the papers, the PE teacher that reported I had suspicious bruises and I seemed underfed, was investigated and then ended up inprison for child abuse allegations which he pled innocent of, he was raped and killed within the first week,
“I understand now, Ms Ashes” Saint stops the real, and I notice a few of the jurors look a little green. With no more questions, I retake my seat
“Mr Jameson, please step forward. If you have never done this before, it is easier if you let them in than if you resist” Jameson is tense and he cries out in pain, his knee wobbles with the pressure
“Mr Jameson can you show us your memories of Ms Ember Ashes, starting when you collected her from the firehouse please” I watch Saint get more and more angry, Ignatious and Jimmy can see but I opted not to, not needing new memories to dream about, as they finish Saint gives me a nod and I feel the brush of his shadows on my cheek and tummy before he storms out,
“Any questions?” the judge asks, ignoring Saint's actions, ten hands raise.
“Why, when you received the call from your colleague, Giovanni Michaels, did you lie about Ms Ashes' date of birth and parentage?” is asked.
“She wasn’t a shifter, so it didn’t seem pertinent.”
“Why was she always hidden away at the first group home?” is another question I have always wondered.
“She appeared human so that others didn’t miss out on permanent homes, because others felt curious, it was easier and quicker”, he shrugs, looking bored.
“Why did you try to get her back once she found her family?” he blinks and takes a moment to reply.
“She was still a minor and ran from her mate. I was trying to return her.”
“Why did you remove her from kind homes and place her in unsafe ones? You claim she is human, why not put her with a human family?”
“She’s aware of the supernatural, if she let slip it could cause problems, hence why she was kept with our kind”, thisis sneered at the lady who asked.
“Why move her so often and have so many tests done?”
“The families grew tired of her antics”, Jameson snaps,
