Chapter 231
Chapter 232
FAYE
Behind us, broken glass crunched as Helen stood and began assessing the room.
She moved with extra care, stepping over bodies, checking pulses that no longer existed.
“They were prepared,” she said after a moment. “No markings.”
“So… nothing that tells us who they are,” I said.
“No,” she agreed. “And that worries me more than if there were.”
She crouched again, this time to wipe the blood from her hands. I noticed then that she had a shallow cut along her forearm.
“You’re bleeding,” I pointed out.
She glanced down dismissively. “I’ve had worse.”
She was stronger than I imagined. “That’s not comforting. Let me help,” I muttered.
She chuckled softly and allowed me to clean it anyway. As I dabbed at the wound, my phone suddenly vibrated.
The sound felt too loud in the quiet room.
I looked down.
Alexander.
Helen followed my gaze. “Who is it?”
I sighed. “Your son.”
Her lips pressed together immediately. “Oh.”
“Oh?” I repeated.
She straightened, exhaling slowly. “He’s going to flip.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” I said.
I stared at the screen; the vibration had stopped now.
“He’s probably calling to check on me,” I said, half to myself. “Or because it’s been hours and
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