“No!” Cathie said sharply.
Helena raised a brow. “No?”
Cathie’s lips curved into a slightly amused smile, and beneath it was something even colder.
“He didn’t run.”
The three women paused.
Cathie tilted her head slightly, the same way Helena had done earlier, except the calmness in her voice made it far more unsettling.
“He’s just late.”
Helena studied her face carefully now, as if trying to detect the lie hiding behind those words, but Cathie’s expression remained perfectly composed, which only made Helena grow even more annoyed.
She scoffed lightly, crossing her arms.
“Oh please, spare me the scraps. Why would I believe such words?” Her eyes swept briefly across Cathie from head to toe. “You still think someone like you could actually walk into an event like this… and stand here
