Chapter Twenty-Seven
“It was you, all along.”
“I don’t know why anyone didn’t realize. When they found the equipment in the walls, I was sure they’d guess. Why would I only talk to the beautiful Helen James when her lovely little daughter slept under the same roof every night?”
“Because they don’t think like you,” I whisper, horrified.
Not only horrified at the man hanging in front of me, but at myself.
“Don’t blame yourself,” he says, sympathetic. “Repression is a powerful instinct. Much like fight-or-flight. You thought you could forget me.”
“Until you reminded me.”
I’m a little surprised that Gabriel left me here, even believing I needed a doctor. But I still won’t have much time. Maybe fifteen minutes? Until Gabriel reaches the Den and finds it in shambles. He might find Anders,
