Camille helped her put it on. “I must go make myself ready,” she said. “Cole will be pleased with your appearance. Tonight is a big night.” She gave one final nod and disappeared through the door.
Helena’s heart beat solidly in her chest as she laid back on the bed. The dress covered each bruise as if someone had considered it. The silver mask would cover the marks on her face, making it seem like none of it had happened.
But it had. Nothing would erase the scars on her heart or the images in her mind. Her father hitting the ground. The last look of fear on her mother’s face. Estevan’s wounds.
She’d come looking for revenge, but now it had changed. Vengeance alone would only leave her more shattered than she was before.
She had to protect her family. Nothing else mattered.
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Hele
