"Not enough evidence he killed Jarold," Josephine said with disgust.
Caroline, who was seated by the window, and Lucia, who was folded on the couch Adela had abandoned, exchanged glances. Lucia's eyes held the tiredness she was carrying, and Caroline's gaze was more humorous. It was the thousandth time Josephine had muttered this. She could not believe it. It was hours since the conclusion of the Varshani council's trial, and she was still upset about this one thing: David's innocence when it came to murder.
Why couldn't she focus on the fact that she was going to be the Queen of Rhodes soon?
Lucia thought it was like she'd had so many unhappy days she'd forgotten how to be happy and was finding a reason not to be happy. She thought her mother was settling into her default setting—finding fault. It's what she'd been doing with her children for the past seventeen years. Now she had the power of a crown behind her. God help them all.