Chapter Twenty-Five
The quiet of the tunnel sucked all life from Helena. She didn’t know what was going on in the palace or if her family was okay.
No one was coming to save her.
That thought swirled round and round in her mind until it latched on, refusing to break free.
No one was coming to save her.
So, she’d have to save herself.
She felt for the knife her mother had given her, its solid weight a comfort against the ice in her veins.
They killed her father. Probably murdered her mother. They would have no one else she loved.
Helena pushed to her feet. She had to get back to the royal residence to confront her brother.
She brushed her hands down the maid’s skirt she wore. No one would know her for anything other than a servant. Except Cole. He’d see her coming for him.
She’d a
