When Helena got up from her bed in the middle of the night, she climbed down to the first floor to grab something to drink. Her sour mood worsened by what—who—she found in the kitchen. Penelope.

She groaned to herself but decided to give her a chance. Maybe Keiran's friend just had to accept he had already found his mate and they were together. Helena wasn't a person who hated others without a reason. Not that she didn't have a reason to hate Penelope, but... Penelope hadn't actually done anything bad. Yes, she was annoying and pushy, but maybe that was who she was? She deserved a chance. Or Helena...