Helena's POV:
The guards got the message instantly. Without a shred of mercy, they hauled Martin up off the ground. He hung between them like a pile of soggy mud, and dragged him roughly toward the exit.
"Helena, forgive me! I messed up! I really regret everything I did!"
Martin's shrill, desperate screams and pleas faded the farther he got, until they vanished completely into the deathly still air of the cemetery.
I turned my head, let my gaze settle back on Kyle's photograph, and ran my fingers gently over the cold, unforgiving stone of the tombstone.
Regret?
Too bad there's no do-over in this world.
*****
Two months after that nightmare, I insisted on moving back into our family's old estate, shutting myself away completely with my grief.
The only thing that could pull me out o
