And when it wasn’t? What would happen to her then?
“However…I have no interest in accepting Ferron’s crumbs. We will take advantage of this.”
Helena leaned forward. “How?”
Crowther raised his eyebrows, an odd smile playing at his lips. “Because he made a mistake when he asked for you.”
Helena’s heart stuttered.
“He wanted us to believe the reason for his spying was his mother. When I wouldn’t let him get away with that lie, he was forced to improvise, and he did so by inventing an excuse of wanting you. Quite the misstep, I’d say.”
Her hand clenched, and she could feel the punctures in her palm begin to bleed, sticking to the inside of her glove. “Why?”
Crowther leaned forward, his thin features emerging from the shadows.
“It’s an odd request, don’t you think? Why would Kaine Ferro
