Helen's POV
My hands shook as I stared at the text. The sender's unknown name made my chest tighten, it was the same sender.
Another message flashed across the screen: "Don't you want to know who killed your father?"
Do I really want to know?
Sloane's fingers snapped sharply in front of my face, dragging me out of the fog I had drifted into.
"Helen, aren't you supposed to punish them?" Her eyes blazed as she jerked her head toward the people whispering nearby. "You're never like this… what's happened to you?"
I forced a steadying breath. "Not now," I said, voice low. I had to stay under the radar, to protect my name. One wrong move and my reputation would be in pieces again. I couldn't risk that, not yet.
