Her eyes are cold. “You made a man tranquil for that.”
The air the room is charged, like standing in the middle of field under a heavy sky, knees locked, eyes watching helplessly as grey clouds blot out the blue. The accusation in her voice is lightening, cutting through him. Cullen cannot hide from it. “I did nothing. It was Knight Commander Meredith’s decision. She wielded the brand for far lesser offenses.”
She crosses her arms. The charge in the air intensifies. He feels the hairs on his arms stand up.
Her voice echoes his. “You did nothing.”
The first clap of thunder. Birds rising in unison, daring escape. “I regret what happened to Maddox, but at the time…the...official charge was corrupting the moral integrity of a templar.”
Her eyes darken. The storm is cresting, the grass bowing beneath the weight of the wind.
“Corrupting the moral integrity of a templar? Is that what you said?”
He swallows, trying to keep his voice level. “Yes.”
She stares at him. The wind is strong. It threatens to lift him from his feet. He cannot outrun it.