He looked at me the way someone might look at gum stuck to their shoe. His mouth pulled tight, his eyes cold as they moved from my legs swallowed by Lucien's shoes, to the expensive jacket drowning me, to my tangled hair.

Judge Raymond Caldwell.

I'd seen that expression before-on my mother when I disappointed her, on precinct guards who thought I was a spoiled rich girl begging for special treatment.

This man had already decided I was guilty.

Miranda stood beside me, her hand brushing my ...