Lily was dragged to the prison room by the guards, but she was not thrown into a cell. Rather, she was dumped into an empty quarter of the room that looked as though it was used for questioning long ago. Now nothing existed here but a wooden chair with the leg broken off. A deep sense of doom filled her chest as the guards all filtered out, and the sounds of high heels clapped closer and closer.
Cherie appeared through the door, her arms crossed under her ample chest. She watched Lily with a look of distaste in her eyes. "I had my reservations about you," she said, walking circles around Lily. Step by step by step. "I knew you were bad news. I just didn’t know why. Then my father went missing…I never considered you to be the reason."
Lily watched as she circled back around and came to a stop in front of her. Cherie’s eyes were low—her lashes nearly shadowing the emerald-green just beyond them. "You did it, didn’t you? You killed him."