PERSEFONE POV
Rachel's hearing began after lunch.
And that was an entirely different f*****g problem.
I hadn't seen her since everything with Richard had come crashing down, and I was surprised by how innocent she looked when the guards escorted her into the chamber.
Sixteen.
Goddess, she was only sixteen.
She wore the plain clothes provided to juveniles in Council custody, and her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail. There were dark circles beneath her eyes, and she kept looking toward the doors as though she expected someone to come through them.
I knew better than to feel sorry for her just because she looked frightened and so different from the Rachel I was used to.
I'd made that mistake before.
Several times, actually.
Rachel had been very good at making herself look like
