“This was a mistake,” she said. “I shouldn’t have come here.” His throat dipped as he looked away. “Don’t worry,” he said quietly. “This won’t complicate anything for you. You wanted someone to be with, and I was available. I know it didn’t mean anything.” Helena’s breath caught, and she swallowed. He wasn’t just someone. To her, he was— That was the mistake of it, what she was so scared of. Before she could even begin to invent a lie, something must have shown in her face. Her eyes always betrayed her.
