Kira's POV.
The grand doors were just ahead, a symbol of authority and justice. But today, I was the real authority, and my justice would be painful, slow and merciless. As I approached the entrance, the press swarmed, their cameras flashing and questions coming from different directions but my guards did a great job in keeping them away. I hate the media.
The courthouse was crowded with anticipation. Reporters and onlookers whispered amongst themselves, their eyes fixed on me. I could hear some of their conversations...words like “murder,” “trial,” and “power” went through my ears and I just smiled because they had no idea just how cruel I could be. They don't know who I am… yet.
Denver stepped up beside me, his presence was a reminder of the Jones family's ever-growing list of enem
