“I won’t stand for your scurrilous accusations!” Hugo shouted, pointing an imperious finger at Victor. The senate turned as one towards Hugo’s opponent, who wore a black, silk suit.
“Scurrilous? Me?” Victor responded, leaning away from Hugo and pointing at himself with long, pale fingers. After a moment he leaned forward and bared his teeth, showing a pair of long, white fangs, “There’s nothing scurrilous about them!”
One of the black-clad men in the senate spoke up in a deep, slow voice, “And what evidence do you have to present, Victor?”
“I’m glad you asked. I summon my first witness.”
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