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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