Chapter 113
Annalise
I leaned back on the stone bench, tilting my head as I studied Helena. The golden light of the afternoon caught on the delicate band on her ring finger, a quiet testament to the bond she had fought for. I traced my fingers over the smooth fabric of my gown, the frustration in my chest momentarily replaced by curiosity.
"You and Kimber," I murmured. "Tell me… how was it? How did it start?"
Helena's lips curled into a small, wistful smile as she glanced down at her hand, twisting the ring slowly. A sigh slipped past her lips, the kind that carried the weight of old memories, both painful and sweet.
"When Kimber found out his mate was a rogue," she began, her voice soft, "he was… disappointed."
I arched a brow. "Disappointed?"
Helena nodded. "A rogue. A girl ten ye
