Chapter Twenty-Six
When asked about that day, Helena wouldn’t remember the thoughts flipping through her mind. She wouldn’t recall what caused her to change direction or how the responding chaos ensued.
All she knew was one brother had become a spectacle to keep the people in line and another wielded the whip, leeching strength from the strongest person she knew one lash at a time.
Estevan’s single cry echoed in the recesses of her mind, breaking every part of her it touched. But that was the thing about glass. It was more dangerous broken than whole. Sharper. Deadlier.
Movement caught her eye from where she still knelt on the steps. Kassander appeared, his eyes finding hers before settling on Estevan. But he didn’t cry.
He made no sound as Landon pushed him forward. His expression di
