HELENA POV
The ride back home felt warm and comfortable at first, the kind of quiet that came after a good dinner where everything went right, where Maxwell kept brushing his thumb over my knuckles like he always did, where for a second I let myself believe that we were building something that made sense.
It felt right turning Vampires into ashes too. It actually was the high of the evening.
I leaned back in my seat, glanced at the glowing lights of the city passing through the window, and pulled out my phone to call Trish. The ringtone buzzed twice before she answered.
“The gremlins are asleep,” she whispered in that mock-serious tone she used when she pretended motherhood had turned her into a vigilante. “Both of them passed out during the third round of popcorn. They drooled on my
