HELENA REED POV

I watched Yilena work, the soft clicking of her tools doing nothing to ease the tension crawling beneath my skin.

If anything, the longer it took, the louder the buzzing in my ears became.

I really didn't want time to think. Since the day Lucien told me that he didn't want anything to do with me anymore, I'd been numb, moving through each day without really caring about what happened next.

Maybe that was why I'd done something so reckless like killing off all the guards.

Of course, unlike what Yilena thought, I hadn't done it myself.

I'd sent the hitmen who worked for me, and they'd...