Helen POV
I escaped upstairs, throwing myself into the shower so maybe, just maybe, it would hide my loud cries. I watched to wash my grief away, feeling so damn guilty when I shouldn’t have!
Russo betrayed us, he earned not trust, but what if he was right?
What if those wizards, including that small child I bonded with, was stuck under Juden’s terror? I know it’s like to be Juden’s whipping post. I couldn’t picture him doing that to Penelope.
“Helen, come here,” Justin whispered, pulling the shower curtain aside. His bare arms slung around my hips and I sobbed, already soaking wet, against his chest. “I know, mate. It’s upsetting.”
“What if he’s telling the truth?”
Justin hummed a noise, kissing my neck. “I can’t be sure if he is. That’s the problem. For now, I want you to decide
