Selene
“What do you mean, you’re working with Frederic?” I demand, not believing my own ears.
“He wants to help.” Helene insists, rubbing my arms in an attempt to soothe me.
“Helene, he tried to destroy our lives.” I remind her, “he let Arabella try to kill me, he murdered Gabriel and tried to assasinate Bastien, he locked his own mother in a basement and would gladly do the same to me.”
“Yes, he did.” Helene agrees, “you’re right. But he’s also in love with you.”
“Oh please,” I scoff, “He doesn’t even know the meaning of the word.”
“Which isn’t his fault.” Helene reminds me sternly, “And beggars can’t be choosers. We need all the help we can get.” She glances at the door, making me worry she senses someone coming – someone my keen ears cannot hear. “I’m not saying I trust him or t
