Lila was seated on the edge of Helena’s bed, eyebrows knit together, studying her. No scar on her face. “Are you—” Lila looked away and seemed to be choosing her words carefully. “Are you not all right, anymore? Is that why you spoke and why there’s all the trainees now?” Helena looked sharply at Lila, but Lila was unfastening a buckle and didn’t meet her stare. “No. I’m fine. The trainees are because Matias hopes to get rid of me.” “Oh, good. I mean, not good, but that makes sense,” Lila said, and cleared her throat. “I can see why you’re not thrilled about them, then.” Helena forced a laugh.
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