Dougan’s green eyes sparkled as he held Jonathon’s gaze. "You’ve got to believe me," he said. "I’m telling the truth. Perhaps her trauma patch was tampered with." Jonathon felt his knees go weak. He stared at Dougan’s face, into his almond eyes. Trying to see the lie, trying to piece together a gestalt of tiny clues that would give him proof that this elf was evil and must be destroyed.