Memories from earlier that day flooded back as I prepared to face Julian. The Matriarch's face had been solemn as she confirmed my alibi for the attack on Isabelle.
"We have evidence you were nowhere near that child," she'd told me, her aged hands gripping mine. "But without direct proof of Natalie's involvement, Julian will continue to doubt."
I'd simply nodded, already knowing I wouldn't bother clearing my name with Julian. What was the point? Five years of being dismissed had taught me that lesson well.
Now, with Natalie secured in the basement, I smoothed down my blouse and gathered my strength. I needed to appear collected when facing Julian.
"Where is she?" Julian's voice boomed through the villa as soon as I entered the main hall. His amber eyes blazed with fury, muscles tense beneath his tailored shirt.
"Where is who?" I asked calmly, though I knew exactly who he meant.
