-Wylder-
It was growing late, and I stood on the balcony, watching the sunset. Unsure of how long I had been there, I was drawn from my reverie as dinner approached. Someone found me, their sweet lemon scent drifting toward me, and I smiled without needing to turn around. Arms enveloped me from behind, and I gently caressed one of them as I continued to gaze at the setting sun.
“Hey,” she greeted me softly.
“Hey.”
Helena circled around me slowly, and I drew her closer when she stood before me. She wasn’t dressed for the chilly evening, so I made sure to keep her warm.
“Are you all right?” she inquired.
“Not really,” I admitted.
She looked pained and reached up to caress my cheek.
“I don’t want to be under the same roof as my parents’ killer,” I confessed.
“Are you certain it was h
