“What’s wrong?” he asked.
She stared at him, willing for him to understand.
He drew away, wrenching a glove off. He was still wearing them, even now.
He barely touched her, but that was all it took. The paralysis melted away.
Helena’s body shuddered back into motion, and she instantly curled onto her side with a sob, pressing her legs tight together as her body throbbed, gasping raggedly. Even her breath burned in her lungs.
“What did she do to you?”
She couldn’t look at him.
“She said it was to make it b-better.” Her voice shook uncontrollably. “Because I—complained. H-How long do those tablets you gave me last?”
“Eight hours.”
“She gave me half.” She drew a ragged breath. “Can you—change it to something else?”
“Not once it’s taken effect,” he said. “It has to wear off on its ow
