Everyone was gathered, their eyes darting between Luthor, who stood rigid with anger, and Elyra, who sat, her leg crossed.
"I saw her," Luthor spat, his voice tight with rage. He pointed a trembling finger at Elyra, his eyes burning with conviction. "She's a traitor."
A heavy silence followed his words.
Elyra blinked, her expression unreadable. "What?" she whispered, her voice small, delicate.
Luthor turned to the others. "She sneaks out at night. She's been meeting with Dean's men! I heard her say it! She's spellbound Vardy, and she's leading us into a trap!"
Ferah stiffened, her grip tightening around her blade. Selene raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. Tracy glanced toward Vardy, her expression unreadable.
Elyra, however, let out a soft, heartbroken laugh. "That's ridiculous," she said, shaking her head. "Luthor, do you even hear yourself? You think I'm working with Dean? After what he did to me?"
Luthor's fists clenched. "I know what I heard."
