Chaper 192
Annalise
“I’m not a hero, Helen,” I whispered, staring at the dying light through the palace windows. “I’m not even close.”
Helen shook her head slowly, her brows furrowed, still kneeling beside me after everything I had told her. “You are, Annalise. What you’ve been through, what you’ve done for them—”
I cut her off gently, my voice quieter this time. “You say I’m a hero, but you don’t know the full story… not yet.”
She didn’t speak. She waited. Just like she always did—with that endless patience and eyes that carried no judgment. So I continued, slowly peeling open the part of my soul I had kept locked away since the day I returned from the Underworld.
“Demonis,” I whispered, tasting the bitterness of his name on my tongue. “He was never cruel to me, Helen. Not in the wa
