“You look just as beautiful as I remembered,” Theodare said with a smile, as if we were here on friendly terms. “Richard is a fool for letting a gem like you go.”

“What is he doing here?” I asked my father, ignoring Theodare’s remarks. “You say he framed you, and yet you’re here with him?”

“A much-needed lie,” Theodare chuckled. “And I must say, I didn't really think it would work.” I looked away from my father and at this monster who looked so much like Richard; it was disturbing. “Do you really not know your father, Isabella? Do you think there’s anyone alive who can frame this man? This...