Chapter Twenty-Three
Pain radiated from Helena’s shoulder as she slammed it into the door once more. “Cole,” she screamed. “Let me out of here!”
“Helena,” her mother said calmly. “That will not help.”
“He can’t keep us in here. We’re his family, for priest’s sake.” She put her hands on her head and turned to her mother. “Family.” She walked back to the couch and dropped onto it with a huff. “I feel so useless. I can dance. I can sew. I can sit at royal dinners and not make a fool of myself. If I get close enough, I can take anyone down with a single knife. But when my family needs me most, I can’t help them.” Her shoulders slumped.
Her mother scooted close and put an arm around her shoulders. “Helena, dear, you are not useless. You have so many skills you have yet to discover. A prince
