HELENA POV
I learned very quickly that pain could be trained.
Not the obvious kind. Not bruises or cuts or anything that left marks someone else could see. This was different. This was the kind that bloomed in my chest the second my thoughts drifted where they were not allowed to go. it took so much for me to build up high walls around my heart, months, years, and now that his return had all of them crumble... Here I was again. Getting heartbroken each single time I thought about him.
Silas.
The first time it happened, I thought I was having a heart attack.
I had been sitting on the edge of the bed in my newly-found over-lavished prison, staring at nothing in particular when my mind betrayed me, conjuring him without permission.
His hands. His voice. The way he was baking cinnamon bu
