Why did everyone have a piece of her hair? How did they even get it? Fiona wondered, sinking into her seat dejectedly and shrugging away her father's touch once again.
She wished she could stop hearing Lucas speak. Not only had he destroyed the web that had been spun six years ago, but he was now narrating how she had drugged him and then slept with him.
But so what? Shouldn't he be glad that she had shown interest in him? Did he even realize how many guys had begged for her time?
Fiona would have hissed, but the uproar in the crowd drowned her out. They were calling for her blood. She didn't dare turn to see her mother, already knowing that the woman would be incredibly disappointed in her. But she didn't care; she just wanted to be out of there.
"She deserves to die."
"Sentence her to death!"
"A slut and a rapist!"
