YILENA HOLT POV

THE NIGHT BEFORE.

RESTAURANT.

"What do you want? Why did you bring me here?"

The woman smiled lazily, as if my irritation was mildly entertaining, then looked up from her steak.

"You should eat first," she said calmly, lifting a bite to her mouth. "Aren't you hungry?"

"Cut the bullshit!" I snapped, my patience running thin. "I have better things to do, so you'd better tell me what you want or I'm leaving."

She smirked, then went right back to cutting her steak like my threat meant absolutely nothing.

It was infuriating.

I could have caught Helena red-handed by now if I'd just ignored this lunatic, but...