(Ruby's POV)
The television screen goes dark.
I stare at my reflection in the black glass. My face is pale, my eyes red, my lips pressed together in a thin line. I look like a woman who has lost everything.
But I haven't. Not yet.
Nicholas is gone. They took him away in handcuffs, his head bowed, his body broken. The world watched him confess to crimes he didn't commit. They called him a monster. A liar. A fraud.
Kai stood behind him the whole time, his face soft with fake concern. The benevolent uncle. The grieving family man. The hero who tried to save his nephew from himself.
I want to throw up.
"Ruby."
I turn. My mother is standing in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest. Mia is behind her, leaning against the wall, her face pale but steady.
"We need to move," my mother says. "Kai will be coming for us next."
"I know."
