Carol’s POV“Jenna,” I said in a mock greeting, folding my own arms across my chest. “It’s a pleasure to see you again as well.”Jenna was cruel to me when I was last here and she tried to humiliate me on numerous occasions. She didn’t want me here; that much was clear. But I wasn’t going to let her
She folded her arms across her chest and glared back at me.“Why are you doing this,” I asked her, my tone wavering only slightly.She grinned.“Why am I doing what?” She asked. “I was the one who walked out of my room at the sound of a commotion and saw you hovering over poor Monica with blood all
Carol’s POVI stood there in shock; was he really saying he didn’t want me near his family? Did he really not trust me? For a moment, his expression was hard as he stared at me like I was some kind of stranger. I guess in a way, I was. He might have been my birth father, but I really didn’t know him
I nodded thoughtfully.“Okay,” I said, unsure of what more to say.He nodded in return and backed out of the room.“Goodnight, Carol,” he said before shutting the door behind him.I stared at the doorway with a frown, waiting for his retreating steps to lessen before I collapsed onto the bed. It fel
Carol’s POV“Please, don’t be mad at me…” Monica said with tears in her eyes.She sat on my bed with her arm in a sling. She looked pale and exhausted and a part of me felt for the young girl. She was so young that I was surprised she was even working in the first place. She should be in high school
I gasped and stared at her with wide and shocked eyes.“How did she die?” I asked, my voice laced with disbelief and grief.Monica lifted her gaze to meet mine and she narrowed her eyes.“The rumors are that she fell down the stairs,” Monica murmured. “But I don’t believe it was an accident.”“You t
Carol’s POV“Why haven’t you gone to the King about this? He’s a fair man, Monica. He would never turn your mother into a rogue. He would help you; he would—”“I can’t risk it,” Monica said, standing to her feet and spinning around to face me; I could see the fire in her eyes, but there was also fea
“Hello, Mam. The king is waiting for you downstairs. He will go with you to your appointment,” she said in a heavy Spanish accent.“Thank you,” I said softly.I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but I decided against it; it wasn’t my business, and I doubted she would tell me anyway. The halls were l