Chapter Twenty-Nine
Helena ran as smoke chased her from the rooms she’d known all her life. Destroyed, just like everything else. Her mother called to her, desperately trying to find her, but she couldn’t call back as the floor tilted, sending her flying toward the dark abyss.
Helena’s eyes snapped open to find herself in an unfamiliar room, smelling slightly of sweat and salt.
The sweat was probably hers. The dress she wore clung to her body with dampness. She lifted an arm to wipe sticky hair from her face, feeling the exhaustion in every movement.
Weak. She was so weak. Why?
The memories rushed in like a hurricane hurtling toward a ship at sea. And she was utterly lost to them.
“Mother,” she cried.
Tears streamed down her face as if her body was emptying itself of everything she’
