He is far less pleasing to the eye since she saw him last. Isaac Pincher. Her sister's death still hung around her like a heavy cloud. However much she might resent and envy Charlotte, she was one of the closest family Lucy had left. Seeing Isaac here was a small triumph. Where else did he belong, since he helped cause Char's death? Even if he supposedly loved her, he had done enough to drive her mad. Burning their brothel, trying to steal their money, tupping Char. He was a leech and she hoped they'd drain him of his blood while he was here.

"My priests?" She had to scoff. "I was always destined for her, so I never needed a priest. Just like you, Pincher. You are right where you belong for everything you have done."

She could slap him, slug him, something. She was near trembling with anger at the sight of him...strange how unkept he was though. Far different than how she last saw him, even in all his grief.