Hunter’s POV
“What is this?” My voice came out low, controlled, despite the rage building inside me like a pressure cooker about to blow. The bathroom steam clung to my skin, making everything feel more suffocating, the expensive marble walls closing in around me. The package in my hand felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.
Helena’s perfect smile faltered as her eyes locked onto the pills in my hand. For just a second, something flickered across her face - panic, maybe guilt, definitely fear. But then it was gone, replaced by that smooth mask she wore so well, the one I was starting to fear had been there all along. The one I’d seen her practice in front of mirrors when she thought no one was watching.
“Oh, those?” She turned off the shower before reaching for her towel, wrapping it a
