Ever since they had escaped the burning building, Helena had stayed glued to Tristan's side, shielding him.
Even when Vespera's body was brought out, her first move was to yank Tristan several steps backward, putting as much distance between them and the remains as possible.
As for her own daughter, the girl whose face was now unrecognizable from the fire? She showed not a single flicker of grief, not one trace of sorrow. All she could do was dart her eyes away, too cowardly to even glance at the stretcher.
Cassian's gaze cut through the air like an arrow sharp enough to pierce straight through bone.
Helena had no idea what he was planning, but she couldn't suppress a full-body shiver.
Words spilled out of her mouth before she could even think.
"You can't blame us! She locked her own
