The crowd parted. Illyana Petrovich stood in the crowd, her finger pointed straight at Viola. “Pretty words, countess,” the words dripped from the mother’s mouth. “And pretty people to accuse your accusers. You have it all planned out. “Was that how it was, when you murdered my husband?” Viola stared back at Illyana. The crowd whispered, suddenly fearful again. This they knew for a fact. Everyone knew what had happened at the countess’ coronation. “Froze […]