On his way back from Delilah's quarters, Grant passed through the market and stopped to buy a hairpin.
A guard glanced at it, curious. "That for Delilah? It's real pretty."
"No, it's for Helena," Grant said. "She's been through a lot. I owe her something special."
When the carriage pulled up to the estate, he leaned out, expecting to see her silhouette at the gate, like always when he returned at night. But tonight… nothing.
She must be really mad this time.
He jumped out and strode straight to my courtyard. "Helena, I'm back!"
Pushing open my door, he was hit with a gust of cold air. "Helena?"
The room was empty. The bed was pristine, like no one had ever slept there. The vanity was bare, not a trace of my makeup or perfumes.
"Someone, now!" Grant barked, spinning around. "Where's
