Helen POV
I felt lethargic the night following Scott’s execution. My head hurt, my stomach turned, but it wasn’t in grief. It felt more like relaxation. Everything had come to a head and finally, it seemed like things were shifting into our favor.
Justin was trying hard to get me moving, kissing my lips until I woke up and kissed him back. He grinned, pulling the blankets backwards to pull me out of bed once and for all.
I groaned, but obliged, leaning into an embrace against his chest.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
I shrugged slightly. “I’m okay, Justin. Just a little bit in shock.”
“He had it coming, Helen. You know that.”
And I did know that. I swallowed my shock and moved on with the night. Justin gently swayed to the silence between us, rocking us back and forth in a smooth dan
