Revenant (The Midnight Society #3) by Logan Patricks

lacing my voice with as much sarcasm as I could muster, “This entire trial is a joke.” I turned to jury. “You are all pawns,” and then finally, to the spectators filling the benches, “And you’re all idiots.”
    Immediately the courtroom broke out into an uproar.
    Odin smashed the gavel down with ferocity. “Order in the court.”
    “Give me a break,” I said. “How about we skip this idiotic dramatic display and just tell me what my punishment is. Death? Fine. Torture? Eat fleas, all of you.”
    There was a brief hush before Sinister finally spoke. “We are giving you the opportunity to prove your innocence in all the charges brought against you.”
    I shook my head. “We all know the last thing I am is innocent. The million dollar question is how do the rest of you nut monkeys compare to me? How about we start with you, Calisto?”
    Suddenly her solemn tone took on another demeanor. She pulled off her ridiculous mask, and revealed the delicate features of her ravishing—but psychotic—face.
    Ugh. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fuck her or kill her.
    Probably the latter.
    “Lincoln,” she said, her voice filled with false sympathy. “I’m here to help you.”
    “Well, you can start by drowning yourself,” I said.
    She smirked. “Picture this less of a trial but more of a confession. I want you to reveal all your sins; get them all off your chest.”
    “I confess, an hour before we had sex one time, I had intercourse with another girl. I wanted to tell you, but being the unscrupulous wench you were, you went down on me too fast. You probably got a good taste of her in your mouth.”
    Calisto raised a brow. “Who?” she asked.
    “Like I’d tell you.”
    Truth was, the woman was in this room now, and chances were she was sweating in fear. All I had to do was say her name and I was sure Calisto would take care of her. One less member of the Revenant’s to worry about.
    Since I wasn’t that cruel of a man, I kept my mouth shut instead.
    The Revenants’ followers, these rich fools who worshipped Calisto blindly, were nothing more than disposable pieces in one giant chess match.
    “Order in my court,” Odin said. “Lincoln, are you ready to hear your charges?”
    “If I have no other choice.”
    Calisto walked up to me, her body still draped in that black, baggy costume. She leaned in and whispered into my ear. “You have no choice, but trust me Lincoln. I’ll give you a gift at the end of this, one that you’ll never expect.”
    “I’m convinced you already gave me herpes, you trash bag hoe.”
    The gavel came down again, echoing throughout the room, silencing all the commotion.
    Odin swallowed and then began to speak, annunciating every word carefully. “Lincoln Richards, you are charged for adultery.”
    Adultery? Were they serious? I couldn’t help but break out into laughter.
    I raised my left finger, the one where a supposed ‘wedding band’ was glaringly absent. “May I present to you, exhibit A, my finger. It’s not the one I want to show you all at the moment,” I began, “But I’m sure I’ll have an opportunity for that after. Notice the absence of any type of symbol of commitment.”
    Odin ignored my comments. Instead, he addressed to the entire courtroom. “I give permission for members of this court to announce any and all claims to this accusation towards the defendant.”
    What the fuck kind of trial was this? It felt more like a witch hunt than anything. It wouldn’t be long before I ended up nailed to a cross while these animals threw stones at my head and pierced me with spears.
    “He told me he loved me,” I heard one woman scream from across the room. I turned around and saw Naomi Woodrow wearing her minx mask.
    I had my own secret nickname for her—the beautiful bigot. For the most part she was a delight with the exception of her extreme case of Xenophobia. “The whiter, the righter” had always been her motto.
    No thank you.
    “I told you I loved