“You know what your problem is?” Helena said nothing. He’d tell her whether she wanted him to or not. He’d always possessed all the sharp edges and wariness that Luc lacked. “You don’t have faith in the gods.” “Yes, I do,” she said quickly. “No. You don’t. You think you do because you think they probably exist, but that’s not faith. You don’t trust them.” “Why would I? They haven’t done anything to deserve being trusted,”
