The Price of Betrayal

The sarcasm in Rosalind's eyes sharpened to a deadly point as she watched her mother's tearful pleading. Clarissa's tears flowed freely, dampening her pristine silk dress, but they did nothing to soften the hard line of Rosalind's jaw. Her own reputation in Valcrest City was already considered irreparably tainted. She had spent three brutal years in a penal camp. The idea that Clarissa could offer