I stood in front of this man”—she did not look at Lucius; she did not need to—”with empty hands.

And for eight years, I watched what he did.” She let the sentence rest.

“Tonight, I’m going to let all of you watch it too.”

Lenette rose from her chair, her voice bright with panic.

“This is obviously some kind of misunderstanding.”

Isadora turned toward the great screen behind her.