Everything around Helena blurred. Stroud removed theparalysis after Ferron icily excused himself, but Helena still didn’t move.
The grating, scratching sound of Stroud’s pen on paper was the only sound in the quiet room.
Helena’s mouth had gone parched, but she struggled to swallow, trying to think of some way to reverse what had so suddenly happened.
Her fingers flexed, running across the linen sheets as she tried to focus on external sensations. A half-whimpering rasp escaped her throat.
She thought she might scream. Just scream and scream and never stop.
“What’s wrong?” Stroud asked, glancing up from Helena’s medical file.
Helena stared at her.
“I would have thought you’d be pleased to have a break from transference. With the way you’ve been resisting, you’d likely have liver fai
